Poems By Arjava

WHITE-COMBING waves from a cloudless ocean

Fall on a fairy shore :

Faint rhythm of their un shadowed motion

Beats evermore

A sorrow less dream, drugged by their magical potion,

Within Time's core.

Marble-white in the summer's glory,

Foam-toss from sea to land :

Mating their dance to a wordless story,

Joy-silent band

Of the ones whose locks can never be hoary

Pass like flame on the sand.