Tickle your feet ; the raptures entice you and me . .
Before you it recedes atlast , inspite of your plea
Drenched in effervescence , for long remain thee .
Life , like the tide of a sea
Taunt us with gory , you never expect such from thee.
You wriggle from its clutch , you , but never ever me ;
Relieved to have survived , though its a pity you did flee .
-soon to be part of an anthology-