Lonely Walk

On a deserted narrow long lane there I walk Lonely,

There are mist, darkness and a hollow soul only,

Tucking tightly my palms into my pants,

I hear a white owl hooting its phonic chants,

Too far there is a flickering old street light,

On a dry neem tree hangs a torn paper kite,

Behind the clouds is the full moon shyful to come out,

The hopping frog lay numb gazing me with great doubt,

There is no shelter and there is no bonfire,

I found no companion and seems to firmly retire.

I'm in search of a fellow soul as I need to go a long way,

Embrace me my love and owe me at least till the next day.

I can cross the deep sea and the blue ocean gazing into your eyes,

Your mole, your smile your fragrance inspires you to be brave and wise.