A ship sank in the raging storms

Of my conscience

Carrying cargoes of burning suns

The wreckage reaching distant shores

Time gazes at the setting constellations

Yawning like the Pacific Ocean

The sky passed a restless night

Disturbed by hurricanes of stars

I was searching with flaming eyes

In the scattered limbs of my verses

Scraps of blue skies

Crammed with ruins of galaxies

Echoes of my own voice attack me

Shouting

That the colours swallowed by last night

Have not yet risen

The restless sinews

Are rocking with rage like rough seas

In terror

My poem looked at me

And trembled

- Seshendra Sharma