“Departed Yell”

Tranquil is ocean by the roof of heaven

Howbeit the brook, is grieved by sky

Mind of mine questions the zenith

But still the real, heaven is quiet

Mirage in world is the ocean of love

Ergo my mind, is pleased with thirst

Being extinct in the darkest path

The Sun is ready, to arrange the world

Inferno is now, the abode of Earth

Bathed is man in the cascade of blood

Why is the moon destitute of light?

Why is Death, facile than love?......

Soul of mine in the flood of brine

Is desirous now, of a hopeful dawn.

………………..Sreejoy……………….