Cricket Stopped Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Hear, hear,
Now
That the cricket
Stopped
Groaning:
Now
The rushing of
The waters come
As a sweet sound to ear
And
I look on the sea bosom
Before me dance
Without pain or fear.

On the silvern bosom
Dance
Restless figures tiny
Dancing Brahmins
And more
In the sacred night
Sacred waters

Ah! beauty what pains
To catch you
And more pains
To express:
Pain after pain
Toll of suffering
Payment of the price
For versifying.

Come! Come!
Let's get out of the
Night
To the last acerb drop
Till Dawn be coming