58. As drops of water fall in a conch,

SONNET 58

By JH Sayyar
As drops of water fall in a conch,
None knows its mystery I expose:
The conch breast just like a monk:
Keeps secrets like the smell of rose
The drops stays falling from the sky,
Its home under the sea otherwise,
The conch knows it is mine, no lie,
As a girl in jolly mood love spies,
You my conch, I am your drop,
Waiting for falling in coral breast:
I want to rest on your Eton crop,
Coming to you receive as a gust.

Come in my arms, rest in my eyes,
I give you all night gleeful lullabies