Long Nights, restless minds
With nightmares and tremors,
Unraveling a new undercurrent of time
She often wakes up suddenly -
With a sweaty countenance.
What has passed - what remains
Her lips could hardly translate
Her long deserted look -
Watches her ships in the sea Almighty !
And I,in my dream,
watch sea-tide on the prow of Noah's Ship.
Sweet voice, they buried under their feet
Living with her silence and bleeds
This frost kills us by and by
Her face whom doves bowed down
- a deep pallor been crowned.
With limps of her life -
They are playing chess
She, a real queen, at the hands of
Notorious pawns, is it less?
She fades into Holy realm of faith
And I, in my dream,
Cross seven channels on Iron.
Oh Time ! Give space for a new rhyme -
Waiting For a power benign !