I hear, her whisper, from the shoreIt sounds, like distant, lingering rainA widow, wailing amidst, furorSin’s stark lullaby, to a soul, in pain!
Who lay, in there, if not me, aloneThe relics, of a, long-lost man!May time, tides erase, epitaph on, my stoneThat heartless note, by a, thankless clan!
Waves come, waves go, ever endlesslyTo play, with a pilgrim’s, sweet despairWhilst I bathe, in the twilight’s, blood-orgyIn moonlit nights, stare at, mermaids bare!
In the, throes of time, soul’s solitary grindO’er death’s sanctum, life’s mutinyBehold man’s faith, in his fear, enshrinedA Tranquil Tomb, By The Stormy Sea!
© 2019 Vikas Chandra
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