The serene moon shines in the eyes
A soft little letter of sunshine tucked in the achal.
As the starry evenings dropped from finger tips,
The plebian hutments put on ornamental clothes.
Amidst the warm nest in the chest,
Much ado of orphan birds.
With a mouthful of green laughter
The eighteen year old Agnes
Had rushed towards the lacerated field
Near the leafless foliages.
The dictionary of love’s very own edition in hand
Vastness of the sea in its width
And eternity of the sky in the length
From the honeycomb stored at the heart’s core,
The white petals drop soundlessly.
The surround weeps.
Melancholic breeze shudders the twice born leaves of the foliages.
Divinity blooms in the stairway to heaven.
