In the hills
Where the slope ends
Huge rocks
As strings of sitar
...
Witness to
Her jaunts
Others romped.
Undeterred by the glares,
...
Wages a war
With borrowed attire
Still looks so gelid
Million light years away
...
From where do these thoughts come
Of alienation, lonliness and forlorn
Where do they reside
Like an owl at night
...
Wait for turn
But deep within
A desire
To be out of turn
...