Dusk

She is made in clouds, her everything wondrous in clouds marveled

Cloudless paltry Arjun lights a dusk in the meadows.

Spreading what is permeable , transcending boundaries.

My mouth jitters , with blues , with crimson evasive.

Meek fingertips play its first with grasses
Dew stained grassroots strokes virginal fingers.

Everything else a burning carpet.

She was taken in cloudy carpets
In different colors, by different men.

Chronicle of colors vanquished
In consciousness, in her oblivion.

Arjun, meadow possessed , lights a lonely dusk.