He's bound by the oaths of her tears,
But he's stuck in his boat,
The moon is present there
But it swallows space and
Burps a bevy of dark clouds
And does nothing more.
She is on the shore
She waits for him
She waits for the sea
She waits for him more,
She wishes he is
Handsome,
Hair in order, tidy like before.
He finds a crocodile,
It promises a ride on its back
Will it carry him to the shore?
Can it carry him to the shore?
Will it betray him before the shore?
Will he go under its jaws?
Will she go under its jaws?
Will they live happily ever after?
The moon is still there, yes-
But as useless as before,
The sea does more detriment
Than favours
She waits for him
He has a sea to cross.
~Ajay
25/11/17
