The Raise and the Rise; The Death and Decline

How far the sea has come?

When I wake in the night and see the sand done

The morning mourns the vacated truth

And it draws coast to silence

 

How cool the clouds become!

When they savour their breath

When they let down their weight

And evening becomes a song of the dusk

 

I think of the mountains when they rock

They become strangers of their own lands

They stall their death

And lo! The winter waits for its dawn

 

I thought of a river when it broke waters

And it sew the land together

Drowned in its sorrow, it woke with a fury

It told a story with melancholy,

 

I have come this far, witness of the past

With a touch of the sea and a little help from the clouds

The mountains I deter, they defy, but I deny and find

My peace when I leave the land fertile

 

The man figures a hair width life

He finds his sense in the space of time

All that he could and all that he would

He leaves behind the closest brook

 

© Prateek Joshi and WordPress, 2017

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