Jilting Feet

I reside in a small village On the bank of a stream At the foot of a woody hill From the canopy of my courtyard Sloping valley of the Ghumti river is seen Walking on the zigzag shadowy alley drawn on the grassy land.. Making jingling sound of bracelets She goes to the river... Far-off wild Ghumti river Never comes to the stream ...flowing under me... Golden light and silvery shadow play Hide and seek game on her face The birds sing her name The flowers enrich themselves with her fragrance The winding wind smells her Lowering branches try to touch her forehead.. I can't do nothing.. Only stand by the window watch; My shadow follows her All day long.. all day long..all day long... In the evening fatigue While my shadow dying Thereafter I'm transformed into glowing-worms Begin Drawing circle centring her A complicated geometrical problems unsolved... Draw and draw keep drawing..all night Till no night becomes night of nights... At dawn I'm drawn as dew-drops Qrnated with jewels On the spikes of newly sprouted grasses.. While she walks I'm anointed happily anointed And Wash her famous crimson-red feet... Her jilting feet...