THOUGHTS
Reading edition
When midnight hours know not the peace of sleep But drudge in trembling hope for envied fame, In ghostly solitude before a flame Of glimmering light, whose sombre rays out-peep To view the city wrapped in silence deep, Midst weird and darkly waving groves of palm; When wizard clocks ring out and rend the calm With strides of Time—their thrilling voices creep Along the soul; my mind with labour worn, Or grappling with a knot, delights to stand In stillness, yearning forth to clasp with love Thy beauteous form—and then, Spring opes above! With blossom’d flow’r and chirping bird, the land Smiles ’neath the sunlit hues the heavens adorn! P. Seshadri.