Sonnet-5 Love Of Those Departed Poem by karan baadkar

Wonder to where all names among names went lost,
That those blind in eyes search marbles white,
And hands of stopped clocks try altering every past
Their ghosts talk of winters in summer's light
Why then princess dream to lock thirsty skies
When clouds rain in sweetened odors of roses red,
And Secret hearts have let go of all affairs
Since every slave of yours was long declared dead
Many doors closed have since been knocked high
All those once you yourself ordered eternal locked
Now what to pity, what to sigh
Left alone like that last dropp of oceans soaked
Now lament no more, cry not o fake hearted
As wrinkles search among souls, Love of those departed.