The road I had taken
Is the road of uncanny hour,
Darkness of gloom beheld by lonely church spire
Walks with mine fragile feet in most mystic manner.
Steps that I had started in most casual space
Have no anxiety to overcome the last face
Of orchid showing over hanging rock.
Hills after hills in rousing gatherings brace up for another
The solitary city church overfacing snowy peaks,
Shuts its prayer door, garden is closed,
Flowers are alive, silence meditates on gathering fogs.
Wither mineself? Am I too in a hurry?
That leaving behind a vast penury
Of wanting earth, gasping for few patting breaths,
Or toilsome evening hour over city marts
Humming with mild band played by corporal highlanders
In hectic tune.
Perhaps the central hold of this evening hour
Drawing a flimsy dividing border
Leaving the encircling mountains, to
Preside over Beatles’ symphony that gay,
The gorge and only river downward in most
Levid manner, whilst another side peeps out
City manner in lighting fashion.
Laughter of girls drips on vales
Overstepping the road fence.
Moon with knightly gaze is too close
To unknown flowers gracing this lonely road
That runs with some simple huts and hazy bowers.
The way appears with no ending
Sheltering innumerable bushes and bends
Can give a sight of peace in such odd hour
Like her lips of desire, return return o pitiable soul
To a fairy fold in still warmness.