Alas! Should a kindled fire at the start

Itself be smothered, before in a calm blaze

It leaps to its love! I know not the ways

Dreams weave their songs of solicitous art,

Or prized words that come from ungrieving heart

When sight joins assured sight. But it’s the praise

Of beauty I hear when in silence the truth says

There’re wonders which only Time can impart.

O Lady, you’re gorgeous on a tiger skin

With the still waters in their blue to your right,

Unswayed by your moods. Yet through them I sense

Your smile, as if in it were to begin

My life sans dismaying death; what is bright

In timeless looks, O Joy, you make intense.

RY Deshpande

17 August 2009

Courting Lady Time

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