Lingering On

By Sushmita Sadhu

Beneath those waves, it is a slumber deep,

Born and reborn, awakened and asleep.

Each day, a life is spent,

The dripping sun hides in repent.

A galloping steed breaks this slumber,

In a balmy night, when all dreams go asunder,

The luminant arc wakes up in breathless calm,

There she stands with a teardrop on her palm.

By Sushmita Sadhu