a poem a day by A.J.Rao


May evening be tranquil time
Not shaking with throbbing.
Would a God it came to pass
And the noontide not throb.

Watch the orange of sun set
Behind the V-birds on west.
Paint them out from a light
And bring on eye dark quick.

Let eye white darken the sky
As quick as a noontide went.
Noontide’s silly thing throbs,
Shaking a wasted body thin.

V-birds come and go a night.
Orange will soon be a  black.
Let west hills be vanquished
By that overwhelming night.

( Remembering Thomas Hardy’s poem I look Into My Glass)

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