The morning impugns me, dripping through the veil;
The wheels are resting, on the axiom lines of the rail;
What was the exigency that made me wake up?
The reprobate petal drenches in the cold vapor of air,
The promised word shears; bleeds the blue flower;
The igneous morning breeze quaffs my tears !!
The debonair memories play in the castle of forgotten days ,
They goad the petulant seeds, but it is the root that says ,
“ To break the bond, I am here, with chrysanthemum !!”
The quixotic heart still breathes for the not-to- come call;
The sand winds rush to break the Eternity’s wall;
Indigent tears bleed me to that unfathomable dust !!