That voice on the sea breeze
While her gaze makes me freeze
the face from a half remembered dream
forced my thoughts to deliver poetic agleam
the clouds passing before the crescent moon
is this the essence of her or my desired boon
Whenever I am lost in the lonely gloom
Sliver light glitters in my eyes with fear
oh Beloved girl of waning moon
Your eyes glazed and said autumn is here
the clouds passing before the full moon
are you the essence of moon or my desired boon
Night fell upon the city of sorrow
sweet odor of tree fills the room
but no brave men want to borrow
the rain made the yard bloom
the cloud passing before the eclipse moon
Is it the essence of her or my desired boon
Raam Iyer
New Delhi
27th Sept 2014
Raam Iyer 