Tuesday, May 7, 2013

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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