Staggering, infinity left no iota of wistfulness,
But walked calmly, talking to the silent trees,
The ones breathing slowly but quite audibly,
Mysteriously blue, cool sky teased the shy moon.
A bird disturbed saintly calmness of sleeping stars,
Cicadas, in the nearby canal, rejoiced the natural fall.
The night that comes only once, getting fatigued,
The wee hours unfurling the well-oiled hair, black,
Paving the way for the mitigating arrival of sunrays,
The destinations night benevolently showed,
Connived obscurely-blurring superfluous roads.
Half-remembered memories of sweet dreams,
Got their way through, unsuccessfully.
On thw edge and sentimentally hazy, the shadows,
The towering trees..................crushed.
Magnificeintly forgetting the freshness of virulence
The winds wasted the beauty of lingering absurdities.
Judiciously intermingling the symbols usurped now,
These got scattered licentiously among the stars,
Hearing the sounds emanating from all over, noisy,
And finding these sounds too frightening----
The infinity fell asleep.