Not hubris but lament
As an arrow is drawn
And a great stag is felled
My fingers working
Noting, as the image on the fold
Is written down
The magic in the eyes
Is the price
For a great creature
To be mine
Tag: Beauty
A Sunset Road
The road ahead sprawls under the setting sun,
Half draped in banyan shades, half in orange.
I love the full moon of the cloudy night,
The road an endless serpent; the moon a hidden pearl.
Rijul Ballal 