Hymn

By Ritu Borah

From the graveyard shifts in memory ,

Wherefore beauty accustom to the dim  .

Once upon shines , some loom storey  ,

Still hides strange to feel , or pours whim  ,

Till time announces the other fond imagery -

Whose heights , and steps broader it seem ,

Upon futile slowly shed , letting wild enquiry ,

Or with passion the heart past it’s swim  ,

And sunk in wiser shorts - their tender solitary  ,

In olden invite  , but quieter bluffing scheme  ,

For such defies dream’s renown contrary ,

When day to day nurture’s comfort trim -

Have had yours sincerely , hurries longer an ordinary ,

Among men , a neat , and frugal vital hymn .

By Ritu Borah