Once to the stars - once to the fields
I cast my winkless eyes.
The scent of paddy disappeared from life when who knows;
Like the meadows laden with haystacks here and there
Quietly; he feels dozy.
"What will happen if the stars glow - glow - glow and dim - and then dim forever? "
Cautioned, he wakes up again.
With straw scattered all over it feels sleepy,
Thursday, January 1, 2009