Insomnia is a huge sad bird in a tree
Messenger of injured heart -
Sometimes flies at the corner of the Shipping Company
Crushes the Ginger, cumin, turmeric and chilli into love-powder
On the mortar of Ghaseti Begum.
Silent is the golden bowl in the corner of the room
Suddenly caresses heroine's breasts with growing hands
The life of the stars falls tragically on the metallic roof.
In the courtyard the violent wind blows-
Searches with searchlight on wet love hole at night-
The strange ointment of sleep-bringing music.
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