The Shattered Sarod

Locked lilac lips interweaved with the calypso of night,
for whom the seductive song of silence the stars write.
Oscillating yearning serenades the barcarole of heart,
transforms the tenor of melody for the requiem to start
when beyond the broken sky the nightingale flies away.
From the whispering debris arises the aria of dismay,
as the longing contours of my disarrayed banks erode
in the torrent of tears on the strings of shattered Sarod