Swiftly like a tongue of the wisp
it rose from the upper land
crooning into my soft ears
Wisdom of the yore –
Not all that comes passing by
attend to your life
All that lay hidden from your empty tomb
Resurrect a claim
Treasure into thy golden land
Saying so
It sublimated into the air
The tellings of His being
Trailing a leftover –
The carcass and my bones
A challenging and enigmatic literary work.
So much thanks dear Sir Vijay Nair Ji.