The moon of Guru Purnima silver the sky, starless dark azure
A procession carrying Sai Baba picture in a palanquin–
Walk down the street; the men were chanting his name
The road is lazily busy as the Sunday evening is.
I look at the distance sky and feel the vastness
Closing my eyes & deeply dragging the cigarette.
A calmness brush me, actually the late evening breeze,–
Warm but pleasant; it had been clouded in the afternoon.
The savageness of the city life seems to be vanished
As I let the hollow of the mundane life to enchant me.