Morning dew wakes up to see whole night Shiuli shed Silently, Whence plenty of Tagar have bloomed. Whole night Kamini watched sadly Sandhyamalati’s robe de soirée went in vain. A single honeybee did not come.
At day end Kamini gifted her fragrance to one who was far away and ever unseen. Untimed Krishnachura waited all along. He shadowed all stag that hath been Tall and stout, jealously, Suddenly revealed air is vacuum.
Time in whim fills up some pot somewhere, empties hope from other, Time flows in its own nook and twist flings everything back to bother.
