A drunk man and a drunk woman.
Two theatre artistes
Talking in drunken capers
So close and so histrionic in life.
It was midnight full of the stray dogs barking elsewhere,
The bazaar was wearing a deserted and lonely look
And the camps were abuzz with retreating.
And under the canopy and the avenues of the skies,
The artistes were talking in whispers,
But were drunk.