I go rolling to this place
A dark and dismal corner
Where loneliness and sorrow pool
And play out their macabre song
Till I climb out to the pooling rims
Peek out to watch your face
A shadow play in the distance
The clouds have crossed your way
But they won't cry, they say
And so I sob beneath
The layers of summer smoke
Body and mind bound in rapture
Unbidden unrest, deafening chaos.

- Rema Nair