Strange Implosion Poem by Tapas Baidya

I write your name on the golden sand
The stormy waves delet it repeatedly
Jostling all my pleasure with severe grief
You have walked along a row of trapeze
Never looked behind despite my earnest utterance
The farther you the more hollowness
The more emptiness the more heart-blocking pain

I am waiting for such a strange implosion
So that your name will be prominent
In the up and down of my existence