WHEN THOU ART OUT OF SIGHT!
When Thou art out of sight, O my sweet, silvery and shy Full Moon!
The plight, like that of a string-bereaved marooned kite, surges soon,
In this melancholic Shelkirk's heaving and heavy heart of sombre solitude,
Ah! No earthly scale seems worthy enough to weigh its immeasurable magnitude!
Than is swiftly stolen, O my Troy's Helen, no sooner art Thou out of sight,
My hilarious heart's heavenly respite;
Like a shipwrecked sailor, I do grope on the sands of Time to seek thy jolly Face,
So that my faded rose of optimism may be revived and restored to win life's race!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 19.01.2021
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