AFTER GUARDIAN ( AROUND
THE IVY LEAVES)
AT times browsing HIS book on Milton,
Taking a gentle stroll on the green savanna,
A soft mellifluous note by flute springing
From afar,sparrows
twitter by ivy’s opulence;
his looks at a
child in frilled skirt, dancing
round with
blooming crackers all over;
Also a girl with a water can in teens,
Gurgling on her sari, her humming a romantic tune
From the firmaments blessings of showers, a glow
All around. Speedy gale shedding all leaves of ivy,
His mind’s eye
forewarn, not to cross his boundaries:
Greatness lies in admiring from afar, not getting
Polluted by momentary lapse into skin’s itch;
He ponders if an ode to the innocence of the child,
If a lyric to the pleasing ears of the serenading girl
Would suffice the
need of the hour; his dictates
Tell him, as long as he abides by qualms
of conscience and morality, a smooth nod
his guiding
star.
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