Illustration by Ananya Kumar


As the sun grazes over the cool, grey sea,

Shadows come alive in the jet-inked sky.

Slowly sinking, she gives in to his pull,

She sleeps and waits, for his morning due-call.


He follows in her wake, one archway behind,

A quick, glimpse, before passing the line.

Her warmth still perfumes, the void that is now,

Before his cold, loneliness, takes over the night.


In her sleep, she envisions, a world at a still,

A timeless Eden, a sphere at a rest.

Now duties, relieved, she sets a new pace,

To reach his wake — up, time for light!