The boys who want to drive away the sun
Came back with evening dust
After a long journey
The disquiet sun takes rest in the bough of your unrest heart
The small huts became aware
In search of those sparkling eyes
With the fragrance of blood
Myself
By keeping aside the curtain of my windows
Utter a Squall to the busy metropolitan.
(c) raju baruah’2010
