Queen of colours flooded crimson the face of the sky

And so declared it was evening then

The village’s edge the cloak of leaves carelessly fallen

Now and then stirring in the ever so gentle a breeze

A crimson and gold sky above turned dark

Stars shone like the blossoming white flowers

Scattered in a woman’s sleek black  hair

The full moon like the azalea flower was smiling

Girl with big round eyes whom all desire

Was returning home with a basket of fruit

The path to the orchard like a frolicsome kitten

Was following her tangling her feet behind

Cool breeze, scented with autumn flowers

A pigeon freed from my heart was following her shadow

Unaware of what it was doing

Following the sun as it set on horizon

Shankar Kashyap