How sublime, is this paradigm
Of the union, of three, smitten souls
One wandering, o’er the, heart of time
Whilst the rest, two pay, ever-yearning’s tolls!
There stands alone, on a pristine patch
Of reed and wood, Eden’s abode
No château could, ever scarcely match
A pilgrim’s hut, nirvana-stowed!
Kissed by wind, and blessed by sky
Love’s liaison, three worlds apart
How estranged hearts, demystify
The creed of sin, in a lovelorn heart!
What’s eternal, in the, loss of being?
Behold, me and river, dissolve in sea
How life is but, a love, worth freeing
I see from, My Home By The Estuary!
© 2018 Vikas Chandra