Raring  to explore tunnels
in the eyes
molded by desolate  solitude

Shore may be there
in other end round
strewn with trees of
abandoned  flowers & fruits

Compassionate waves of sea  
have come down upon the shore
to caress wounded  tress
and have come, not for no one

This too will pass away
in a  road of
sharing & caring Sohra clouds
descending upon Umiam lake

Times are good or bad, happy or sad
Let’s stay together  in a violin night
with a table, a chair, a bowl of fruit


Let’s  be happy
together to be
and
nothing else need be