Lines More Lunatic Than the Sun 7 - 8

Lines more lunatic than the sun – 7 playing on the raw-coal the under-clothes of the airhostesses continue to sing a song even-then the germination of the almonds can never become the sugar-candy made of palmyra may be they don’t want so until and unless any night-guard comes and deposits the RBCs of the jack-fruit-leaves within a wrinkle-free hand-glove you do absorb all colours from the soil of the earthworms and thus unfold your open hair along the air of this cloudy day then none but the gughni-sellers will get back their names and titles there is from the sky of the timber of hog-plum it has rained even last night the streets are wet the trees are wet there is splashing mud in the low lands those all full-of-incidents if you wish you can send them to the introduction of a proposal against war i’ve never heard that to take the responsibility of the starving south-east the rain has put down its crown Lines more lunatic than the sun – 8 all on a sudden one day again i face the isabgool the own fountain of vraj-kishore may be, wants to fly away in such a manner to another afternoon my tiffin-expenses cann’t discover that valley till now from where it is said all night-gowns begins then i’m sitting with my hands and legs spread in the sun-light filled with the sound of chopping of cabbages on the flowers of the sun-plant that are in-between the wife and her mother-in-law i exercise my intelligence very much if the question of my security is raised it is only a ‘for-God’s-sake’-like adjuration the knot of a white handkerchief is so much heavy i don’t know earlier my knowledge of using prosody getting amalgamated calmly with the stamen used by the sleep