Rowing on the plank of
wood,
With you by my
side,
Sheathed under the pallor
of moon,
In the tranquility of
unflappable water,
With savannahs staring us
from the sides,
Is the night anticipates
me to come.
Shore far away from the
sight,
Amidst the green water
All night,
Staring far at
nothingness,
With thoughts
tranquil as the inert pasture
On the water side,
Is the night
anticipates me to come.
Fingers fiddling
betwixt fingers,
Body resting on
the resilient shoulder,
Limbs rubbing
coyly against each other,
Souls flowing out
to be together,
Is the night
anticipates me to come.
Stillness on the
move,
Softness in the
wilderness,
Darkness in the
pallor,
Loneliness in the
togetherness,
Is the night
anticipates me to come.
On the shore,
Dreaming the night
I anticipate,
I held the horses for
long.
Hide and seek has
been played enough.
Shun the thoughts!
Come along!
To make the night I anticipate,
The real,
To make the night I anticipate,
The real,
Giving a reason
In our
reminiscences
To beam wide.
