In the loneliness of night
Amidst the rustling of the leaves,
Let me savour life's delights,
Here in solitude and peace.
As I walk by lonely roads,
The heaven's cast their mantle down,
Of sublime mists and with loving fingers,
Dress my land in darkness's gowns.
A lonely rickshaw pulls along,
There a scooterist honks his horn,
Tho' there is nothing left to beg,
Yet the beggar chants his song.
Along darkened paths by India Gate,
Those majestic trees lovers shield,
And still waters amidst rolling banks,
A mystical awesome magic wield.
Here I hear a frog call out,
It must be a lover's call he makes,
There a serpent slithers on,
In eerie silence not a leaf he shakes.
The sounds of humans here are strange,
Amidst these silent lawns and trees,
I wonder what that bird is thinking,
As this human being he sees.
Am I then a stranger here,
Was this not too made for me,
Grant me just a moment now,
Here to stand and again to see.
What you and I have lost my friend,
Grant me a moment more to savour,
Amidst these darkened lawns and trees,
Here to taste life's real flavour.
Take heed my friend, and look around you,
Moments such as these are few,
When hand in hand by silent waters,
We glimpse the paradise we knew