ON A MAY NIGHT

 

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