7 Like an amnesia - spread
some  darkness widens  on every space
as if  the  blackening night
shall  wipe off all sorrows
all  perception as much
 all joy , every  face  of love.
.that rimless river has neither  banks

Only the other time
the golden morn  and spring -time joy
 then that all embracing joy
dries up on  desert time.
even  memory is rubbed off.-- one  by one
like  ocean-waves   on the Sea-beach
wipe off the  twin steps of our walk .

 Even now the  golden ray  play on your  smiling  face
 For me,  the  Sun-set  beacon  to my way .