Spread in the distance
Fields Mountains,
Sheet of snow
Covers with
Body of mountains.
In overcoats
Tall, very tall pines
stand
With bottles of mist
In their hands.
Aimlessly, the white clouds
Glide to and fro
As soon as the window opens
A rectangular piece of cloud
Rushes in the room,
Takes me from the chair
To Mal Road,
In a bar
It puts
Half a peg of whisky,
Before me
Laughs and utters,
Cheers!
From ‘Aur’
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