Noontide

 

It seemed from past few days,

I find myself on a slippery slope.

This modern mania, the modern world

is slipping away, beyond the scope.

It's too late now to create my drop of honey.

For what good is drop compared to the ocean.

So it seemed when I looked outward and away,

But when I looked inward, it's empty,

 it longs for honey, for creating.

But this however I found.

Not by looking beyond but looking around.

This pace and slipping slope,

Is the mirage created by the modern globe.

Everything is still, around me,

Everything is still human, in me,

There came in me, a dark tide.

But went away in this warm noontide.

Hush! the world is perfect now,

In this great noontide.

When modern pipers are not blowing their pipe,

The sun, the tree, and the lazy brow,

Hush! the world is perfect now.