Your desires drive forth the sea
Mount the receding hesitation
The mounds of ambivalent drops
Collapse when reality pulls them back
They fall with a thud and overspill
The entire cosmos of their being
When drops recoil they fall on their kind
At times in the glitter of flowing night
When memories breeze past, drops flow
From the Vale into a silt clogged shore
Then the moon pulls with his ray arms
That defy the gravity of deep rooted truth
For a few moments the silver touches
The sparkling halo of her wild ravine tress
And she revolves like an enchanted danseuse
While the silvery man holds her whirlpool
Some drops fall off unwrapped waves
And reflect the twinkle of heavenly stars
Sometimes she falls on her unseen bubbles
That spur the mad night breeze in deep
The sound from land is often buried
In the slumber filled trumpeting sea
The unfettered and fearless at night.
Delhi
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