Some kindred loneliness links our minds,
From sorrowful sea to sorrowful sea,
That Time divided with one and half century
We sink in darkling waves that binds.
Who will look for Him or Me?
Out where the Salt recedes,
Into the licking wound of Disease;
A malaise of Sadness, to those who be.
My flesh and presence offends,
The assailants of my company
Who Misery may long accompany,
To portend no sight of welcome ends.
The lonely, loveless Sea beseeched,
To leave my land and air behind,
For a bed of bosom sand refined,
To rest a Poet, on cold Dover Beach.
By- Kirtiman Hazarika