Haibun:
ON A MAY NIGHT
The
pandemic was on its peak and so was the summer heat. We were both
alone, at a little distance in candle light, listlessly awaiting
electricity supply, but there was no sign of comfort. We were
Covid-struck, breathing behind the mask on our bed, silent outwardly but
perturbed inside. While she stared at her nails, I watched the
flickering flame. My mood couldn't be meditative, but feeling helpless, I
mutely mumbled a prayer memorised years ago to uplift my sagging
spirit:
"O my Lord! Make Thy beauty to be my food, and Thy presence my drink,
and Thy pleasure my hope, and praise of Thee my companion, and the power
of Thy sovereignty my succorer, and Thy habitation my home, and my
dwelling-place the seat Thou hast sanctified from the limitations
imposed upon them who are shut out as by a veil from Thee. Thou art,
verily, the Almighty, the All-Glorious, the Most Powerful."
After a short while, I turned to her, watched the drowsy eyes, and felt like holding her in my arms.
midnight moon
senses aroused--
lift the veil
--R K Singh
