Not on stilted legs does the high heaven walk

But poised like joy of the closest sweetness

And swift in its superconscient ease

This faery of translucent mystic flame

Winging through the vistas of varied worlds

Flies into the invisible’s beyond.

O the luminous legs of the soul-vision

Climbing the ladder of the secret skies

Tier on glowing tier in sequences

Set by some archangel power of light!

My diamond of the upward burning will

Huge and wondrous like a god-elephant

With the bejewelled belly of the laughing fire

Drinking the sunful of the golden grace

Rushes to the land of the magical gleam

Where the dreamer knows himself and the dream!

RY Deshpande

15 March 1968