By Mareen Cherian
In the lyrics of melting memories,
Thy bespoke fragrance lingers,
Like the ebullient handshake of silence
Maketh a plethora to bow.
Deep in thy seraphic island
Lie an ingenuous vagrant
Tied to soul in numbness
With a saturnine glee.
Then speaketh the esoteric tongue
And the dismal soul of agony
Knew no cheer, but solitude
For the unfathomable numbness within.
Bereaved of land, deserted by air,
An object of much deride
Is set afire unattended
In the troubled waterfront.
Kindled lie the remains,
No takers, no one to own,
Washed away in fiery tides,
To the waterbed astray.