Unceasing Glimpse

all leaflets green, hack down in spring to trim the plant, for pleasant scene sea wave surge wild, but at shore collapse roar all that left behind, of wave that breath last drop of tears glide, on cheeks dried for no one to wipe, in loneliness cried poems deliberated, on fountain of thoughts but left unheard, those unsought lines scribbled a canvas deserted, in blackhole of desires, art at its best, remains mystery unsolved in storm of death, began a love perfect all that matter, lover to be secure person found eternity, alone in cemetery soul still clings, to the forbidden self-reality a thought rushed to live, beyond paradigm dreams hard to catch, those untimely left …raHUL