‘Monsoon Dance’ and Other Poetry by Sathya Narayana The Society May 2, 2017 Beauty, Culture, Humor, Poetry Monsoon Dance In Quintets Go back, O’ spry peacock, go back into thy dense coppice! The sylvan clock did spell a sly lie! Monsoon is far… ah still a tear in summer’s eye! With stars, the sky is clear! Restless our yeomen are staring at sky. The deer and bunnies in glen are still behind the thickets and brutes in den. No sprout of tender leaves so far and tearless earth, behold oh how she grieves! For moments that bless thy dance, oh wait and watch the sky for nimbus eves. Hold it O’ sapphire bird… fold thy azure plume, and wobbly feet thy, fast gird! A time comes to vroom, careen and dance. Till then let silence alone loom! My New Home My house is leaking; doors and walls are pale with faded paint and floor is full of stains. I asked the owner, “Mend the problems pal I can’t live here in this dirty dungeon He snubbed me cool, “It’s all at your expense… you do yourself or just vacate at once!” I cobbled here and there and daubed some paint. Yet looks the old abode stupid and faint. Elapsed years this way and my relic is crumbling now beyond any repair. It’s time I look for some new hiding niche; in my locale here or someplace somewhere. Ready I’m now to move to my new home… a kind and beautiful mother’s snug womb! Once an advocate, Sathya Narayana joined the Government of India as Inspector of Salt in 1984 and got two service promotions. In May 2014, he took voluntary retirement as Superintendent of Salt. Related Post ‘The Garrett Loft’ by Leo Yankevich In garret lofts poor artists have quite often painted women bathing, combing hair inside a nearby mirror… __________________________Your eyes softe... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.