A female tongue pushed me down from the swing of sleep.
Rain kids roused the stink of railway track in the dawn.
His liquor reddened half opened eyes gaze
At the life-like-fan, its rotation makes him dizzy.
His sweet brown lady drags him into the duties.
A long chain of complaints tinkles on her lips.
Worries about her female children at home
Rise up like the black smoke from the train.
She tries to put white smelling jasmine garlands nicely
In her basket that does rest on the floor of the compartment.
Baskets never enjoy the fragrance, but only carry............
FABIYAS M V