Home          About          Archives          Hangouts          Portfolio

Thursday, September 23, 2004

Meghadoot... Posted by Hello


The gale that blows eternally their guide,
High over the mountains the clouds divide
In parted masses, like the issuing smokeof incense
by the lattice-meshes broke:
Scattered they float, as if dispersed by fear,
Or conscious guilt spoke retribution near;
Their just award for showers that lately soiled
Some painted floor, or gilded roof despoiled

-- a piece from Kalidasa's Meghadoot

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

<< Home