I am not a forever thing

Ghats’s engraved smut from river’s urges
Not all maidens are virgin
Beneath every truth, nesting ugly lore
And window glasses too sometimes
Grimed like a coal miner’s goggles…
His ragged jeans
Portrayed hard way of living.
But the piece of flesh called heart,
An incessant whims of treasure be…
A starry nights also aches
And wails like hungry child,
I have known.
Where do I go in search of you?
A place acquaintance or a lost island…
But then existent of midnights,
Ticking noises awoke her
Like ephialtes,
Enfolded in silence and black.
And again dawn reigns over dead…