Re-born

If each morning were spring

And every evening autumn

I would be a wayward leaf

Born with the dawn

Dying at dusk

Were each night a serenade

And every morning a finale

I would be the crescendo

Soaring with the moon

Fading with the dawn

If the sea were a poet

And the waves its verses

I would be an unborn fancy

Awaiting release

From fathomless blues.

Ranjit Powar

October 31, 2018