By The Evening Sea Poem by Deb Panda

The evening sea approaches,
While the ardent sun hides –
As we walked miles and miles –
Like the surface drank all the prints.
You looked fair as old as him,
And the boatman have dived us –
Longing to street lights near-by,
On the shore –
They are rejoicing their grief.
It feels quite nearer, quiet as everyday –
When this heart has gone inside,
The turbulent sea, and the wondering clouds,
It kept looking,
And he was lost like her love.