To One Kutegal

Parsippany, sometimes you feel so dreamy
Sometimes you feel so dead
a lot of Patels live Here to,play,prem,pray
Sky of Parsippany full of Pain,stars twinkle
to shed tears of shame,blame-all wet,wild,
ungentle,untame up upon the tinshed of my
lovelorn,forsaken name!Alaknanda,haven`t seen
you for a long ,long, moon;Hearts feel so
heavy,feel so Gloom;Silence and Darkness
wedded to my soul;Alaknanda,do you still wear
that black suit,sweet silvern shoes,resilent
to music,muse;Is your hair still that open?
Black,brown flowing so carefree,so smooth
as the summer clouds against the summer
shadows;Are your eyes still that expressie,
inside out,blue-bay-eyed glow rapt in rain-
bows,married to meadows;remind one of the
past,past forsaken myths,mysteries,shadows
Is your lips still so perfect,so thin
Waves of love, dream breathe there to kiss-