'tis but a brook in your heart

'tis but a brook in your heart

fastness in our bosom

yet, i ambutate my eyes

to see and see, drunken season

i wreath bizarre storms

mundane the czar- i say

his throbbing heart, 

bleeding a calamitous fate

her troth was mere

an enigmatic prospect

i wade in grief

glistening blue

beneath dawn's golden bruise 

glimmer in her eyes

a wife- she, a widow

long before her vows were taken 

a brisk encounter with 

a fellow sufferer 

buoyant her soul

'tis a lover's trumpet they say

heard in the valleys, 

through the gale

yet, he was playing deaf 

                                        - shreya