You are, that zephyr, of the sea
Born from, the throbbing tide, at play
Baptized in, twilight’s rhapsody –
Sweet tears of sun, sky bleeds away!

I am a shadow, growing old
With a fistful, of your, lost recalls
On the pyre, of sea, burning cold
A lingering longing, of the falls!

Won’t you rejoice, what, I became
A sage of love, recounting waves
A broken rosary, of your name
That lasting prayer, a pilgrim saves!

No less benign, this aftermath
On the tomb, of love, thoughts’ dalliance
How sublime, this soulful bloodbath
Each Twilight, Your Remembrance!

© 2018 Vikas Chandra