Elsewhere

 It comes and goes,

It arrives ripened, and flushes away as the wishes brusqued,

Sets the sun on the dowager dawn,

And sinks into a downright dusk.

 

I’ve sojourned there too long, might I beg for a time lasting elsewhere?

A pink sky, seamless in radius, everlasting the crest,

Elsewhere, no furnish to my cries’ sermon,

Whine to the east-where side, passion to the west.

 

Might I beg for a time lasting elsewhere?

A bridge to the edge-less coast,

Where no affluent compose its boast,

Where soldiers reap their farms,

And farmers reap their swarms.

 

Might I beg for a time lasting elsewhere,

An ever-land to exist, a scale of bluish green,

A speech of sage and a laborer’s wage,

Never more equal than the gale’s rage,

Never truer than wonder’s cage.

A solemn reward for my forage.

 

Elsewhere – I’ve forged countless thoughts to embark my feet there,

But I don’t seem to map a route,

I’ve scorched my every vein, maybe my oozing blood can tell,

Maybe my pained eye can yell,

Or maybe, elsewhere doesn’t dwell.

- Krisha Shastri