The raging bitterness of sun and moon
a constant tirade,
till the time eternal
who could ever think that
the days and nights of our life
is a mere result of a
lover's tiff

The turning over of seasons
the lexicons of earth and wind
rolling away of summer
in the deep embrace of
vibrant autumn
with winters gently melting down
the skin of forgiving spring
who could have thought that the turning over of
seasons are a mere result of
embrace and sweet surrender

The gathering over of million streams and rivers
gushing over the love for the ocean
quietly giving in
fragrant like the musk deer
covering thousands of miles
doused in the sacred peace of unison
giggling her way
like the contours of a love song
losing its own identity
who could have thought that
the birth of our oceans
are a result of heartening sacrifice.