The evening lanterns were lit
In the heavens above,
And the summer's sun which bullies all, with terror and heat
Was buried in the surreptitious alcove.
I plodded along the bay,
Letting the tide of time
Stream in its own way,
Leading me, to a very destined demise, just as a rhyme
Comes by and by to an ending,
If life was so then let it be, not a crime
But a fact of departing
My soul may leave this world
To some other world
Where I can have peace
And no longer cease
To get contentment from the beauty
That will elongate to infinity.

I will scrutinize with my
Keenest pleasure,
The current in the sea which frequently goes by.
I will perceive the sound with my deepest desire
Through my two ears
The whistling of the winds
And the rustling of the leaves
Which makes my inner soul
Howl and
Yearn for more.
The green that surrounds me,
And the murmur of the sea altogether,
Washes and cleanses me with an inexplicable desire which is solely for me.
So what would it matter if I give up the ghost?
And get to witness this nature
By just being to the god, a simple host.