The white Bangles
It was his last days
The days in prison
Each of his deep breath,
Counting his last days
The song of his life
Had died out leaving its soarness
Did he ever see? ,
The golden lightning of sinking sun
The clouds above his eyes,
Now float like an unburied spirit
The white bangles appear and dim,
In the bareness of night.
The earth and air witnessed broken bangles.
A born maiden in a palace tower
His soul in secret hour
Like a love as sweet as music
Overflowing her bower
Like a golden glow worm,
Disappearing in the dew
His wife left him,
To the infinite world of God
The broken bangles laden in his tears,
Forming the mirror of memories
Like a scattering un beholden,
Like an aerial hue,
She embraced God
Happy and joyous he was,
The order reached,
From the rampart of God’s house
Alas! He to be hanged
Expectation unexplained!
Like a rose petal embowering the green leaves
The sound of vernal showers,
Of the twinkling stars,
Ringing in his ears.
Flowers awakened by the touch of rain
A joy unbounded.
Paving the way to his dear
His eyes closed.
The sight charmed him.
His wife in his eyes came to the open heart
Dressed like an angel
She bowed and stopped
A circling charm adorned her
The lilies slept on her bended arm
The sun retired to night
The moon curled on like a little feather
She spoke through the still weather
The voice like that of the stars
The white bangles glistened on her arms
Singing the song of love
He slowly moved towards her
Uniting into a fine cloth of golden thread
Treading to God’s House
