Harshavardhan Kalalbandi

Braking Winds

With woman in the water, man in the wind;
The west moon burgeoning, an aching limb.
Up picked courage fallen, held high, the faces
Of lost comrades, of mothers cries, lost
Yet to found be the heart fallen, in the
Abyss of darkness, the pit of joy un-found.
Home to eternal ill fated mind,
Asylum to the purging soul.
Foes rejoicing the degree that plunged,

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