Should it be of sapphire, the vessel,
In which I could capture the veiled force
Which keeps the perfect equilibrium
As to keep the iceberg from tipping.
A titanic, infected iceberg,
That tips a little to the extreme
Left, when the puppy* passes away,
A cry is heard in a dark storehut,
Lamplit teary face, a new tenant,
A cry to balance the funeral ones,
A soul equal to hers in soul grams.
This chariot never stops, the horses
Never get tired. They will bathe you
If you stand still in this walking world
And cry to you for peace, and bring
Pampore saffron for a peaceful valley
*Nickname of the legendary actress Sridevi who passed away today (25/2/18)
~Ajay
25/2/18
