Poems By Arjava

IF with a lidless eye

Someone surveyed

Palm trees that grew so high

And cast no shade,

—Those kites that wheel above

Landful of foe,

Their sky as empty of love

As the steelscape below,—

Would he not question why

Earth's paradise

Is lorded by men who lie

And feed on lies ?

Beyond, in a different thought

The groves are still;

Words sweet ; they sought

Peace of His Will.