Having been happy in touching metallic skies Or fingering the moon for its dusty overlay Having been happy in moving orbs and the shores Or spreading the sunshine to the burrowed moles. Watching a lonely planet amid reluctant universe Communications with eyelids in retinues of mankind Having been happy in sweeping the volcanic dust From a cold planet cast under the Brahma’s curse. Having been happy in holding that repose Which contained hidden geometry of the universe Having been happy in consoling the suppressed cries Of the shoring waves under the moonlit skies.