Rama’s farewell

A sonnet

To this river my life at last has come.
My will, my bow alas they both are rent.
Love! My love! My love! I now succumb
With none to cry to weep to sing lament!

Valour! Ethics! What joy did they beget!
What did I gain by twisted moral code?
I loved I cared with all my heart and yet
I hurt the girl who made her my abode.

Now where is she who tills the ground she walks
and raises forth sweet buds of gentle grace.
I claw the earth and gnaw at roots and rocks
but all I find is my own sinful face.

She sleeps unseen in verdant stable ground…
I drown in this river aye restless bound.