Profound Thought

Profound thought the Aetna beckons for this night the lave flows the red lava. More fertile the fields will grow You and I hand in hand by the edges at safe distance will go aware and beware of the lava flow Philosophers have been and thinkers discoverers and science grows poets dramatists prose writers to literature added too so step by step by degrees slow Civilization will grow This month was fairly heavy in the heat this month the sun shone long and heavy afternoon: this month was not so kind but neither so cruel too. Ah! Earth gives to us Humans First the day through her magnificent Dawn; but then in return Expects her fees, expects us to repay At least with peace between us and move forth instead of warring: Reason be easy reason be difficult Round the circle turns to a full cycle: behind the bars of Earth we always be from birth and stay and stay willy-nilly, and irreversible till come slowly hobbling either old ancient mortality or newly-crowned Immortality So far, so far, things go. Ah! the Poet Seer look what grace As he plies his lofty trade: As he ushers in to our Earth Such Beauty This man, this Mid-Wife of Beauty! I yearn to be more and more of A Poet Seer! In the span of the Earth's Radar of the day so many dots and Lines: Occurrences the dots, The lines the human plans At least even though not a iota Does he execute At least there's the dream-vision of A promised land! A dream vision that aggressive dusk In its own time and way in vain Will to erase attempt. Whistling through his crooked Shoes On and on trudges the Poet Seer Cacti and xerophytes Pass by And long the plain stretches and Dry: Yet undeterred and suffering The Poet Seer whistles his way Through Till the flow of the verse in that dry Land Comes home to him and sings Sings the Poet-Seer! ‘I will stay here not long, ' Said the Poet-Seer ‘I must not have passed all, All in this ungrateful land And time has come my shoes To clean and shake off the dust That stuck from this ungrateful land. To another land go I, there Not this land will At the stroke of the Time My bones posses' ‘Misfortune after misfortune has Been my lot: Here I am always tempest-tost Here always crave For just a little break From suffering malice and hate: Just crave, just crave and beg The noble Beggar of Misfortune's Way'. I saw last night beneath a fir Tall and straight and proud-erect I saw two Figures bent and In the dark Destiny the one Other Misfortune And whispered both And stealthy approached I And heard my name In that nocturnal conspiracy. I had the night, I had it in my hands As it fled before Dawn Just a few minutes - I giant Soul Captured the night. And in the waning end of The moon's light I spoke; Night silence stood And spoke without a word Then my hands opening Night fled. Dawn came And with peerless flame Lit a new day though still Reeling from a sub-conscious Night the Earth still lay. And there is come the moment when My verse to you for now I end: Thereby all hath its end and Must gracefully know and learn When to retire just before Others retire you; so I