Had the sigh keen on being polite.
Had the night smelled the sleepless smoke..
Had the dawn painted a different stroke.
did it felt like the clutches were loosening.
did it felt like the waves touch can go deafening.
But now till the end..
will those feet long for wet sand.
will those imprinted steps be followed to be found.
will those carved out promises be bound.
did they ever require a sanctuary of words.
did they free themselves to voice the voids.
That everytime plead..
But never did impede.
What’s wonderful indeed..
That nothing did exceed.
And nothing will ever repeat once more.