NIGHT AT SEA-SHORE
Footsteps strike the dark roads of the night.
Fluttering of the nocturnal wings.
Roars of the engines.
Helpless feet. Feet : moving
farther and farther. Streets
dragged. Quivering petals
The waves come and go, washing
the feet. Sand tickles and slips away
under them. Water from the cups of hands.
The sound of the flying feet, probably.
No. No sound now.
Weary trees. Weary and stunned
the temple of Lord Jagannath, the Konark and
the blue banner of the temple.
Frozen postures of the dancing girls.
At the crack of the dawn : the darkness.
The feet now slumber. The sea-wind
blows past the trees at the shore
and the blue banner.