A  wailing….

  For  her,  the  quietly   withdrawn,

Is  there  no  space  in this  vast  ,vast

Immeasurable , mysterious   land of 

Colourful   crayons, cults, and cannibalistic   

Beings  of   untold , repeatedly  arguing  guts?

Is  there  no  tiny  speck  of  corner

In this  land sliding    soil  of  decadence

And  irredeemable  principles   going   awry?

Is   it  perhaps, her  wilful ,salient ,   choice?

She  is  happier  in  a   different  domain,

Yet,  we  feel   the  loss,  the  awful  separation,

The  uncanny  way  of  bidding  good bye;

From  a    far  better  realm, she  waves  a

Flag  of   supple  acquaintance,

Is  there  no  space in this  vast, vast

Panoramic   sweep  of   surge   and  upsurge?

for  her?  her?