electric night,
an unreal moon-
shining like
pouring white wine,
making the air intoxicating;

in the canoe the girl and i
rowing along the calm backwaters.
water birds with snake like necks
mating noisly in water beds
make us curious,

we stopped the canoe,
near a moon lit creeper thatched grove.
the girl was wide eyed
and wild,

caught me by my waist
and said:
'you should have done this first'
( i was a silly idot,
moon struck, with only poetry in my bonnet)

we fell in to that rosy pit,
without an end,
and i got grounded, delighted
hearing her wild ecstatic outburst.