The twinkle of pebbles
The tap of ore on river bed
Wakes up the dried ripples
For blindfolded in the night
I let myself astray in slumber
The stars kept on winking
At their countenance in drops
But the shade of this dawn
Has devoured their twinkle
What is clear in the dark
Has vanished in obvious light
As if the sky at a wayward night
Reflected the twinkling stones
Now the sun will glow bright
And thaw the petrified drops.
Delhi
20.30 hrs
1876
20.9.20
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