A Lovelorn Damsel Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

When the Sun was at its peak in the sky,
Being careless of solar heat, who is she,
Walking on the coast with curvy lips dry,
And slender feet washed down by the waves free?

Tell me the cause of her dejected looks,
O you Sun, the foe of shrouded darker life!
O you Waves, delve into her inner books,
And help me feel the pulse of her mental strife!

Hark, you breeze from the vast Bengal sea!
What happened to that charming face?
Appealing to Neptune with a plea,
to offer her comforting embrace?

Drops of sorrow spring up to trickle down her cheeks,
And a feel of grief from her eyes flashes its streaks.