When sailed through the chronicle of seasons lost,
The planets aligned arbitrarily enwreathing smoke
& haze;
Walked with his son where boat was moored,
Sack on his shoulders, neither had desire nor was
amazed.
Not will which adrift his flesh eventuality
compelled him,
Unanchored his boat towards horizon on the land
where grace rhyme;
The vilified grit and wisdom he dwelled with for
ages,
Unlearned suppressed truth harboured him as meek
with time.
Sailing he conveyed & collated thesis which his
son transcribed,
The whispers & his chants floated with wind
& ocean;
Leaning on the mast discerned the main-stay,
Singing hymns wrapping thoughts towards horizon
looked his son.
Unanticipated, storm thwacked with lightning!
Yearnings capsized,
Unconscious his son drifted towards the shore;
Awakened by the touch of grit desolated he
searched,
The voyage floated, but the old learned man was no
more.
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2017