I wandered by the margin of bay
As a call from far a distance;
I gazed- I gazed; sea did play
As if, constant to the Kashfuls' dance,
Until sun sets at slot of verge
And play stones under low ebb
Or queer, which I sought did diverge.

Meanwhile, silence came in deep
Among old leaves of Tamarisk;
Wanting, people who galloped did peep
Through eve, at fall of bay's brisk.
And 'tis I who merely saw- -
Comely, the skies drawing a lib
And the sea pulling his jaw.

I saw, I saw long the Bengal bay
Open and wide to my mind,
Far-off stars at night on way,
Across the sea blow the wind.
I saw people taking thrill, when
Sea-waves lash upon rib
Although, in beautified mien.



03/17/2016
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