Elancharan இளஞ்சேரன்

spring night i celebrate my dark

fragile the glass tower of trust a thin crack

night follows to empty homes we rush

solemn gods ponder the woes of skin and colour

red sky morning cloud colossus slumbers

rainfall the darkness makes landfall

noon sky gathers its dark

first thunder of the day startles the soul

monkey hisses at lunatic disturbing times

spring turtles glide effortlessly under the bridge