Perfect imperfect futile ventures,

An encounter that deserves it's lyric.

A voyage that left behind a trail of disasters,

And an abandoned woe that went silent.

Is our wisdom flawed? They asked.

Have we chosen the wrong side?

Tell us, Frost!

Did we take the right one?

Wavered imaged and profound sighs,

The self-loathing never seemed to end.

From needless holding of guilt,

Came dishonor and grief.

Maybe I am to blame after all.

Always seeking to uncover the root of my despair.

Will I outlive the past then?

Anything I aspire is forever in vain.

So I call upon you

Wherever my sorrow takes me,

Lie on this raft

And sail until oceans part.

Be it a river gone dry,

My last poem or my final verse,

Tarry with me, my Uhane forever

Like a spirit with it's believer.

By Deepthi Monteiro

From: India

Instagram: deepthimonteiro