“Water water everywhere, not a drop to drink”?, I pondered,
Vagabonding miles and miles, in vain my attempt for a drop,
Evading the sensual pleasures, I went out for tranquility,
Escaping from the busy world of excitements and idiocies.

I thought of the gentle breeze, with the fragrance, natural,
Spreading in to my sense, giving pleasure, keeps me awake;
In the “day dreams”, in the drizzling honey dews, I saw her,
I tried futile, to forget the smell her charming face gave.

I dreamt of the golden days making love each other, piques;
The sunflowers smiling in the bright daylight, danced anew,
In the waves of the moonlight, her skirts glazed, sparkled,
Her bangles murmured, the necklace came down to her cleavage.

I saw the golden rays of the evening sun patting her body,
The waves created by the whistling wind, recited poems;
In the night, she sang like a cuckoo, echoing in the planes,
Melancholic, about the shattered dreams of the lost paradise.

Back to reality, I thought of the changes I had, dotage;
Leaving in my mind soaring memories, oozing out like wounds,
Whenever, I think of her, my heart aches and a dullness,
Pains my senses, as though of a sedative drug I had taken.