Shall swap all life, for a fist of sand
And a wisp of fog, I lost away
The sea azure, lush meadowland
They ain’t the shades, I see today!
Oh! Long before, I learnt to long
A fief I reigned, of farfetched dreams
Not far was then, a long furlong
Stray kite I chased, oe’r heart’s extremes!
Barefooted strides, oe’r scorching street
Or splashing thru, the bliss of rain
Which woe, could dare, that parakeet
Who vowed free-will, in every vein!
To yearn is now, my destiny
A window, to my sweet malaise
How soul consoles, heart’s heresy
That lusts to death, Halcyon Days!
© 2018 Vikas Chandra