Night is a tree
whose shadow is prevalent over the whole city.
Why is it so alluring
This track…leading to the valley of golden sun
where the snails of our innocent dreams sleep under the stones
and will awaken at the first slighest touch.
Which is the day that has the garden of light in it
where our laughter is hung like kachnaar buds
violet and white in colour.
What is hidden under the deep waters of the lake
from which our newly bathed souls will emerge
singing a duet
hitherto forbidden
by the gods.
