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