Wave after wave
The golden powder of sun's rays
Draws oe'r fleecy billows
lying by the side of diamond laden Willows
The Letters which the moon wrote
for the impish tides of the Sea
All those initials of love singing alphabets
Are common to the language as my own
Ah...the Post man sky keenly plays the tricks
to keep me chained in the middle of it's memories


Paras Ali/2016