Love neath the twilight of sewol ferry
Brimming with the laughter of merry
Fragrance of spry lavender they carry
Out of the blues,thorns of fate came to bury
Their enchanted love story Hymn
of death stringed muted verses
Hope found no horizon to meet
They tied both's life jacket cords on
wrists on one another
And their tongue bleeds; Saranghae,
for the last time
Which spells immortality to the
Fragrance of their undying Love

© Rohit Mukherjee