She disappeared in this route, drawn off chill-mate, the seducer <br />Expecting her with ablazed eyes <br />The rustling eventide burnt away in an effort to make a fire <br />As if a spark touched upon the mass matches <br />Fear and wisdom of distressed celibrates are aflame <br />They immersed me in ashy nothingness <br /> <br />Idiot me, the sexpert <br />I surface again like a toy <br />And in the scented path of Kamini <br />I continue to sit humped, a solitary noctis<br /><br />CHOUDHURI SUKUMAR<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/noctuary/
