Frozen nervously in the moments I smiled,

As I talked, I weaned, but my mind remained fixed.

When I treaded the world unknown,

the Sun had sunk since long,

As the redness of the ‘Palasa’ spread over us,

the streetlights chose to veil in the shyness of bliss.

Smiling, said the shameless crescent Moon,

Open thy eyes and find a moonless night soon.

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Jay Jagdev | March 11^th, 2006