The afternoon sun began to lean
Agin continues chasing the west
Cold feels piercing in skin,
lips look pale blue shiver rigid
My journey continues,
No one knows where the ends.
No one knows when the wheel of the jantra stops
But dusk still comes obedient to His rules.
While in kurut kurut
At dusk,
The breakup was over
When the leaves of dried teak release the longing for the earth,
Until the clouds cry through the rain water.
The bidder today
And leave memories
The story is recorded in the mind