When reddened lips of the westward sun –
Sail along riverbed of clouds as dolphins do,
When colours rain and wash tempted outdoors,
My subconscious says,"How long will it last anew?"


When aroma of a diamond ring, the Luna is smelt ;
Oaks-palms-banyans hand over the voice to him,
The sun drowns down hills, wears furtive coat;
I recall an...