There isn't anything else except a lazy loneliness beside my head.
May be the menace has gone.
Followed by a new world.
Is it mandatory to write something?
I can feel hungry
without dropping a dot on paper.
I can fall in love,
with no foods,
again and again,
what i guessed to be fever throughout the evening,
came to be homesickness.
My home couldn't resist me.
Me too couldn't come aside,
a big roof,and porch in front of our pray house.
A mango tree,standing calmly like a saint.
Playing with myself with a plastic ball,
my silent childhood days.
In the rest room where my grandfather's sitar used to lay,
now that is the place for my music system.
I took that stuff out 1 day.
Cleansed the dusts over it.
Tried to play it hard.
Then placed it as the same.
After the string is torn.
The sitar,also like my grandfather.
I kept his music,rhythms suppressed under darkness,
with the sounds of my rigid youth.
May be the menace has gone.
With a new world.
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