Jayshankar Prasad

Jayashankar Prasad The great Hindi poet Of neo-romanticism Inducing with his Sankritic vocabulary, Lyrical note, Painting of word pictures And a melancholic tuning The great poet Of moods and reflections, The evening descending, The morning breaking into a dawn Sunlit, glowing and chirpful, The lotus blooming, The swans flying over The water bodies. The waterfall flowing, The falling sound musical, The spring in blossoms A landscape full of riot in colours, The wild blooms necklacing The forest tract, The wave rippling, Curling around, encompassing in Touching and returning back to. A poet of the melancholic note, Despondence writ large, He is a poet of love and its despondence, The tear falling down unawares Which but could not know, Why did it, Why did the tears arise in, Welling up in And falling silently from the eyes?