The vagabond breeze fills life
In the wayward waves of sea
While we tend to control the thrill
By dipping our palms in their design
The sea listened with a trumpet
At the wonted shrill pitch of mahout
Today the tides break the fetters
That bind it to a frivolous shore
And crashes into the darkening woods
The mutiny of the unpaid loyalty, though,
Footprints camouflaged in another type
The tusk prods into the lush foliage
Unmindful of the shrill threatening pitch
The farm of cane is parched presently
But it holds promise of cherished fruit
While the clouds strike silver lines
Into the greying noon in the day
Dumb, deaf and immobilized in the sludge
The beast of a disgruntled mind.
Mumbai
01.12 hrs
2349
5.5.26
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