The road’s a grey ribbon
Tossed through
Verdant fields,
A psychedelic experience,
My soul seeks a release.
Away from din
I celebrate
rambling through
Lantern-lit
Muddy-brown fields.
Oh, for rustic dusks
That are dreamy indeed!
Swinging lights
On a liquid amber
Turf with
Titian tongues
of honeyed-flames
Flickering like fireflies
In a masonic jar.
To revel on a starlit
Smoky evening’s
Passing peace.
To harken to
The shepherd’s homeward song
Or the tiller and
Grazier’s scraping footfall.
Oh, what leisure
to trail the oxen
on their home bound toll;
And gaze unhurriedly
At bleating sheep.
Deeply, do I yearn for
A lantern-twinkling field.
Give me a lantern-lit night
And a peck of liberty.
I’m sure, I’ll set free
A spark of caged light,
Uncage its spirit, literally
Then, let its
Tangerine tongue
leap, and soar towards
The constellations
Orion and Saptarishi.
Mumtaz N K
25.09.2020
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