against the cool breeze one night...

The strong cool wind ran down the slope
and against her he just stood...
stretching his arms two wide
Christ!
on the hillock a Light
dipped twice
as if a Sign...
O how he became a perfect state...
faraway the night mail was running late...
its whistle came with the wind...
Christ!
his white flannel shirt flapped
and his cream shorts also fluttered...
'Christ! i am so much filled
with the breeze and this coolness me killed....'
he just muttered...

Christ!
there he stood arms open wide
on the hillock the light blinked twice...

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