In shrinking façade
of sky, my ardor was on edge.
Will you target the-
moon now?

Like sitting in a
padded cell, you want to
tell- everything to god of violence.

Was the time really
ready to explode at the
face of sun, pay obeisance
to Kali?

The golden statue of
a nymph has come for sale,
in swish of a candle's flame.
Any price for humanity at large?

The cherry trees are
in bloom, shedding their
veils. Nobody stands under
them for fear of discovery.