Koiee hai, anyone there resounds the old haveli night after night and again tonight. the night outside is a Maratha chieftain galloping on marble sheen of a belligerent moonlight.
The night is a hunter of a sky unbroken from lost seasons whispers in a staccato of promises after dark.
The night wont rest tonight as your mouth writes the fury on a merging skin of a fortress wall in a surrendering dawn.
