A Wish To Conjure Poem by Kamal Prashar

He-
Lil‘ by the side,looking at the rail
Sitting on and by like a being so frail
Moans to her where her ‘oughts stay
Großwardien, Brindavan along the sail?

She-‘
Come back to me you being of sweet
In Dunarea-n land again we meet?
Like times of sands where the fishery lay
In cradles of snow and the beat of heat'

It-
Hark said the thing with a lovely galore
An Anayan land is where we soar
In the twelfth's flakes or the buds of May
His life of late, a gray or a color you bore

Him-
‘Me, the Time or the Earth's black cheek
Be a jerk of color or the dark man's geek
Advent to my Loka will a great Time say
For the Element is find and ye' shall seek