FROM THE FALLEN GATEWAY OF A SEASON

 

A droplet of monsoon,

a dream, freshness of dawn

all shattered in one feral world

of non-conquerable shadows.

In rebirth a teardrop fell to freeze

like the last souvenir of life

Ancient sorrows in legends wrote

a million alphabets and from the fallen

gateway of a season

earth wrote about Isons, Opik Clouds

and Kuiper Circles.

Far ahead of heartbeats

destiny lines encompassed a dream

In earthen sea shells, lost worlds wrote,

a poem for the promontory