Here I am,
Lying on the soft plank
Gazing through the East window
Adoring the waterfall,
Low-light of the scattered white
Dancing Greens came to sight
Lil ones peeping through crevice
landed gently on my cheek,
Desiccated figure feeling wetted
levitating breeze hitting muted
Arctic on my face
Antarctic in my heart
hefty eyelids slowly shut
and out went the light
to fondle me good night.
- Sarukrishna R
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