Last Ten Days(The Dejection) Poem by sarwesh tiwari

On one fine day, I will move away,
with all my love in my pocket
towards the sea to throw
for it to float along with tides
to reach deep beneath the ocean
where not anyone could reach
wish the love goes to that region.

What if it comes again,
along with tides towards the shore,
i wish then not to be present,
for i will not be able to resist anymore.
Let it then travels in the air
in search of what it considers true,
for i will be beyond such consideration
as nulls have no value.