At dawn, one day,
The sun knocks on the door.
Amber rays ooze through the curtains,
The facade shimmer in daylight.
I wake up, but
Alas, the spring is dead,
The salubrity gone!
Leaves are dry & parched,
And soil as hard as rocks.
Not too much time has passed by,
Since the heart skipped beats,
When it first met you,
Among rocks on the beach.
Now,
There is no silhouette on sand.
There are no palm trees.
The sea sings the elegy,
Sweetheart, you were blood in him!
"Shashank"
