A few fragments from my writs

a poem by Tanmay Dhar

The time and the solitude pass through my writs.
And all the way the welkin greets.
I throw my thoughts to the deep ocean,
And wait for the eternal fleet.
Twilight comes and jingle the bells.
The silence blossoms and prevails.
I erase all my earthly abhorrence
And the quiescence only tells.
I don’t know where my words will flow,
Through this path of weal and woe.
But I keenly wait for
An end with glory and glow.