They are again at you, zooming through the space,
to probe you, unclothe you,
explore your facade of rocks and dust,
to find out if life is there.
You smile at their folly to dismantle your image:
a timeless metaphor for ethereal beauty,
dressed in the romance of eternity,
captivating human mind in a relation of ages.
Sailing in your small silvery barge,
you distil fragrance of flowers, weave dreams
in youthful eyes, soothe scars of ancient hearts with tender light at breezy night.
A.k. Das