NAPOWRIMO 21 prompt 2 Hymn of the Night Lopa Bannerji
Moonbeams dance on the strings
Of the harp of the night
Softly kissing the white shoulders
Of the singer strumming it
In the milky moonlight
The maidens begin to swoon
They burn with passion
Caressed by the silver moon
They saunter to the lake
Inky waters whisper verse
Shedding their lacy robes
Into the cool they step
The lake looks bright
The faces shine like lotuses
That sway in the breeze
Fanning further fantasy
The song of the night
Picked up by the jasmine
Her heart gushes once
Then paled cheeks she dies
Most ephemeral flower
Dainty like young love
Leaves its fragrance
As it melts in the dust
That’s how every life
Is lived and unlived
You come and love
And you love and go
The moon shines
Singing hymns every night
As every morning
The sun comes bright
You listen to the hymns
Through the pores of your skin
And under the blades of grass
Friendly elves are dancing
©️Satbir Chadha-02-04-2021
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