I stare at the placid Moon, <br />Who by no way is my own, <br />And love her womanly face, <br />By which she isn’t in disgrace. <br /> <br />I watch the twin moving Stars, <br />Who are afar from my bar, <br />And pursue well their sharp eyes, <br />By which they are not blurred. <br /> <br />I scale the Rainbow’s contour, <br />Who looks near, yet miles away, <br />And relish her tints of costume, <br />By which she is not stained. <br /> <br />I observe slow rattling Ducks, <br />Who I am in no mood to hug, <br />And enjoy their rhythmic tongue, <br />By which they are not ruffled. <br /> <br />I smell the tender Jasmine, <br />Which blossoms in other’s domain, <br />And sense the feminine perfume, <br />By which she is not dethroned <br /> <br />I feel deep the soothing Breeze, <br />Which eludes my every embrace, <br />And absorb her sensuous touches, <br />By which she is not blemished. <br /> <br />I would see you too likewise, <br />Whom I have no plan to invade, <br />And am vitalized by your spell, <br />By which you won’t be in distress. <br />03.01.99,<br /><br />Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-vital-essence/
