Poems By Arjava

CALM sky of liquid gold ;

Indigo sea at eventide ;

Tawny red on the desert side

Of the red cliff aeons old.

No- breathing thing on the land ;

No fleck of foam on ocean's breast;

An aureate sky that had gained its quest

One vast silence spanned.

Before the cradle Time

Was framed or Space was fraught

With uttering sublime

From God's creative Thought,

The mantra of this colour chime

Was unreckonably wrought

In all its sorcery of hue

From gold and red and blue.