The tide on banks

 

Sliding through the flow

Amidst a moonlit night

From the cloud clad horizon

Waiting for the moment of glitter

Where the silver reflection down

Would brush past my bosom

For I have worn the silvery garb

Many a time in my stark paleness

When awaiting this brief touch

They believe my pretence fills

The silvery twinkle in distant skies

While I find everywhere only sparkle

For nothing else comes to my sight.

Just when the wait would hatch purpose

The dawn pulls off the dark spell

The moon slowly dissolves in the day

The horizon of my dream recedes again

While I wait in hope amidst tepidity

Only to lose another night to a morn.

Till the flow reaches a meaningful delta

Where dipped in brine my flow is wild

Tonight the lunar tug is ubiquitous

The silvery touch is perpetual

And the rays of faith hold the belivers

In their skyward sojourn

After a long long wait for touch

They experience a tide on the banks.

Rishikesh

00.06 hrs

4.6.25

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