Primal Night, burning moon…
Borne of the fountain
of eternity and immortality,
Caressed by the zephyrs
of peace and tranquility.
What secrets lie clasped
in the stillness of your silence?
What eternal pain do you suffer
by the electric lightning
that splits across your ribs?
Dawn is a denouement of love
between two unrequited lovers,
destined to suffer alone.
And Day, scorned as it is,
goes on inflicting pain,
on eternally scorched Earth,
guilty of being ruined
by your sweet embrace.
Siddhartha Mohapatra
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