The Southern Window

Scattered Radhachura,

Scattered Krisnachura,

The lone cuckoo song

Adding an unnamed tone

To the April hot morning

To the air of the midmorning.

Playing of clouds on the sky

Creating a play of lightdarkness.

My solitaryness echo through

The chirps of the sparrow,

Gather on my south window railing;

The quietitude splashes words on the page

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