Here, resides the autumn leaves
Of plenty promised heaves.
Here, the sand travels afar
With the silent waves of a forlorn tsar.
Here, the banyan stands stout
Amidst the noisy devoted crowd.
Here, I love you –
In the sea of platitudes,
Blossoming river of gratitude.
In your breasts I gather,
My freedom plagues your solitude.
Here, I rest
In your grasping enclaves.
