L’odyss
written by: Krishnam Grover
Upon another newfound day,
Came I through Manor Grove’s way,
Thoughtfully lost, in silent stride,
The delicate air greeted, beckoned on its gentle glide.
While some martlets on low branches chattered,
Leaves crunched beneath yet as if it mattered,
I paused, glanced and looked again,
A darkened sky, with its thundering train;
Drank away heaven’s eternal blue,
And filled Helio’s sacred grounds with a mournful hue.
Thus, I went but further did not go,
The heavenly goddess had begun, and lo!
My gaze rested on, a peculiar sight,
The symbol of her secret spring’s light.
I knelt steady before the fable’s first born;
and drew the blessed breath of morn.
In a trance I stood so dazed,
musing over, with passion blazed,
Fortuna had yet, let me proceed,
with fate’s harp in my thoughtless heed;
The storm thus crept, with a predacious roar,
soon the floods would begin to pour,
these petals would then, kiss the soil,
unless another; I, fall and foil.
Yet, to prevent destined demise, is a heedless task,
to fight, counter and cherish this task,
to live and watch the sands run out,
to let the harp, at last flutter about.
Still, I stay and seek to spare,
life from its approaching despair;
I could but, always fight for thee;
take you home and let you be,
under the sacred chariot’s warm path,
nourished about, surrounded by a rath;
but that too shall go far, far away
for you shall pass on, an arriving day.
Reason now speaks with utmost delight;
“To focus upon this foolish flight;
is something that the wise shall forever avoid,
to venture not and end with labours devoid.”
Inaction shall too creep back to hell,
where its crusaders are known to dwell;
I do face now the Goddess’s role;
To cherish or restore the delicate soul;
Guide me thus, remain I still,
Without an answer, yet with the will;
Dive below the words today I etch,
In the ocean take a fearful stretch,
Go beyond the ordinary prairies to find,
To witness the world of the lost and kind,
Reach far and forever learn to love,
The world of that scared and divine dove,
You shall only then first see
Oh! the difference to me.
