Many white suns shone that night
In platinum flashes time and again
As though the milky way had exploded
And sought cover among silhouettes of trees.
The tempest swept the land
With dearth and devastation,
While lightning beauty prevailed above
Mesmerising destitute hearts below.
A pallid rain strengthened into a shower
And pierced the lap of the thirsty earth.
The fisherman’s hut sank into the debris
And he laughed in glee for God’s wonders.
When beauty and peril go hand in hand
The pious subject reckons the first
For it serves no earthly purpose
To ask of the suzerain his moribund lot.