All the while they were talking the new morality
Her eyes explored me.
And when I rose to go
Her fingers were like the tissue
Of a Japanese paper napkin.

The petals fall in the fountain,
the orange-coloured rose-leaves,
Their ochre clings to the stone.

When I carefully consider the curious habits of dogs
I am compelled to conclude
That man is the superior animal.

When I consider the curious habits of man
I confess, my friend, I am puzzled.

As a bathtub lined with white porcelain,
When the hot water gives out or goes tepid,
So is the slow cooling of our chivalrous passion,
O my much praised but-not-altogether-satisfactory lady.

The dust of the creeping evening
On the mammoth sphere falls
The day has flown way
somwhere to sing
Reminding the people
The dreams they had seen
On the pillow I place
My reflective mind
As the silence of thick darkness
Brings back to me
The golden moments i had lost
When the day was much bright
On the floor i see the chance
Shattered into pieces lying
Promising nothing
Still a little bit light
In my pensive heart shines
In this confusion we live
But tomorrow may be and may not be
Only today was full of life
With heaviness of mind i lie
Promising myself to achieve
My goals at this very moments only

Mad Sital we used to call him
Sital in my language means cool
Though never found in him anger’s steam
He never followed any rule.

If someone asked tell Sital
What is your name
My mother knows it all
Pat his reply came.

What class do you read in Sital
What school you are at
His only reply was mother knows all
He would not prolong the chat.

He would be found any time of day
Never minding the sun and rain
Bare bodied standing on sideway
Counting one to ten.

If someone asked him to count ten to one
He fell into silence for a while
Not taught at school still left undone
He would answer with a smile.

We knew he would lead a bachelor’s life
Counting his days up to ten
For no sane girl would ever be his wife
With him on the bed be lain.

But Providence you know defies hows and whys
Discriminates not between sane and insane
If it hadn’t been so and happened otherwise
Would remain unmarried all mad men.

So there came the woman the beautiful bride
Her face glowing like full moon
In rapturous joy that he never tried to hide
He forgot his numeric count soon.

Mad Sital would talk to her all day long
Her beauty had him so bewitched
They lived happily ever there wasn’t a thing wrong
Never mattered she was deprived of speech.