Weariness

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Title:     Weariness
Author: Dhan Gopal Mukerji [More Titles by Mukerji]

Weariness the tune of this evening melody,
Pain the lute to which I sing;
Ah! goddess, why this gray measure
In thy starry harmony?

The white conch[4] of the half-moon
Silent as though all worship's ceased,
No incense-perfume from the forest censer
The breeze brings; all still, like torrid noon.

I row in a black bark on a copper-colored sea,
The sun fades like a golden bubble in its deep;
Weariness the chart that I hold in my hand,
Weariness the tune of this evening melody.

[Footnote 1: In a Hindu temple conch shells are blown during or at the close of a worship.]

[The end]
Dhan Gopal Mukerji's poem: Weariness

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