Final Game

Run.. run.. run.. Running at a stretch from the morning point reaching on the bank of twilight-lake Stared at back... Background grey with dust Villages, towns, habitations covered with cloud of dust. Path-line implied.. Looked ahead; a sloping valley; What it is? My mornings as colourful balls Jumping leaping rushing towards rolled down My bright noons with shadow under mango-groves taking a plunge rolled down My azure myrtle-bower rolling down...laughing Watching everything with haggard face Suddenly noticed a large tree over the valley Neath the gnome sky sat with black star-scar-mark The skeleton of ‘Brahma' hanging from a branch; Swinging.... The chromosphere whirling round Scuttled into the deep..deeper..deepest...