Brumal winds blow,
estival sun the same as ever,
november rain drowning
eulogies sung to
autumn leaves,
tossed about in the
hush of winter calm.
Hollow night lights,
empty streets
running red in the blood from her eyes.
Starry in an
iridescent daze,
looking for love to keep her warm;
Ecstatic in her dreams on
nights where she stands and waits,
close to the fire in her heart that burns,
eternal!
By: Viraj Belgaonkar
