She had to go back - we knew this even as
She came -
Running on the evening-sand rendered crimson
And swaying, broke into my arms like
the billowing ocean.
Even knowing that she had to go,
We kept swearing on the moon,
night by night,
That I won't descend into this
sea of breathlessness
And she won't come swooping down
from the stars fastened to my sky.
Oblivious to these vows,
When the time yawned in between
telling its eternal tale
Neither she stopped -
Nor was I able to make her stay.
No matter how hard we tried to
keep the moon aflame
We saw it dying, one phase at a time
We couldn't pull the sea any
closer to the shore,
By dawn, all that there was on the shore
Was a sea - sunken and empty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So poignant is this lovely piece elegantly scripted with metaphor so excellently employed to rhyme it prodigious.... Vows melting down Moon dying down And sea on the shore left empty and sunken to the abyss unknown........Piyush.....you are amazing....10/10