The Earthy Habitat 9

the last tram passes away the boy who is the owner of every parted-kite sits lonely on the empty bench of the park and makes it enlightened in one pocket he has few pieces of dry breads in another the air to play on bamboo-flute the night is filled with mushroom all the shout within the dialogues gradually becomes weak and vanishes there is no tangle in the hair the bier of the hindu-satkar-samiti runs away causing a quake in the locality some needles small medium and big are doing their morning-walk on the thread-line that is the secret of a phoenix