IN EXILE

Beyond the mountain is the silent exile
Colour of insanity on the scattered stone
The moon will not rise tonight, only clouds
Rivers run within the broken rocks

Countless fireflies, with agony in the heart
In your eyes footprints of the lazy moon.

Thirsty night
Touch my hands
Meaningless empty memory,
Left by passion's trail
Silence down the mountain rock

Wounded lazy moon
In exile

Del libro SAVAGE WIND" de Asoke Kumar Mitra -India-