With the leaves fluttering and falling,
The tall-tall, long-long timber trees,
Seasoned timber trees
While passing through the tract, forest tract
One late spring noon,
Almost summer-like in early March,
The night may be colder a bit,
But the days hotter with
The scorching sun
And the scenery one of leaves shedding
And coming out
And in the midst of all that
The sun rays getting stuck into the forest tract.
Mist and fog,Cough and cold,Blanket and fires,Badminton and shuttle cock.Winter is of flowers,Marigolds, dahlias,Chrysanthemums, sunflowers,Poppies, calendulas, actors,Zinnias, peutinias, salvias.
With the golden hair glisteningWould be my loveBut came she not,The salon girl, the parlour lady,The bobby-cut girl,Simply speaking,Fearing it that she would not cook foodAnd came she too not.Just the golden locks, remember I, hanging upon,Coming over the faceAnd I losing in Bobby’s sweet dreams, Bobby-cut glisteningAnd golden hair to whisper into her ears,Bobby,…
I went near himAnd said to,Mr.Darhiyal,How are you?In response,Said he,I am fine,Fine.Again said he to me,How are you?
Deserted and left you,Divorced and dumped youHer, a poor womanTo poor destitute,A girl weeping,Sobbing and sighingWith tears into the eyes of hers,Dried on the cheeks,Half-wiped and half-dried,Trying to wipe with her hands,Left to her destinyAnd repenting,Broken-hearted and pained from her within,Unable to stand,Seeking solaceFor peace and a calm resignationTo gain overTo adjust with life and…
Let, let me be a red china roseAt the Ankleted Blackly Holy Foot of the Mother.O, let me, let me be a flower offered toThe Artistic and Sculptural Leg Divine of the Mother,Just the replica of the one Leg Divine of KaliAnd I a hibiscus offered to!
Visible,A cosmological phenomenon.
