A solitary palm tree stands among the green grass
A slimy rivulet carries the sewage of the metro
A cowherd, clad in loin clothes, snores away the midday
In the shades of undergrowth in the distant corner
A gale that blows mellows the tropical heat
And the rhythm of the wind makes a sweet symphony
Everything is bright and sunny, yet I'm so morose
Standing in the balcony, down in the dumps
No one near me, nothing to perturb, yet somewhere within
A sense of fear, a feeling of loss and a lump in my throat
Yeah, it pains me to be there lonely on the planet
Like the pus in a wound that turned septic
I can hear the honking of vehicles away in the city
See dark smokes from chimneys enveloping the sky
The siren of an ambulance goes soft as it moves far
The white painted structures shimmer in the mirage
The iron grill gets hotter and my heartbeats grow higher
A mystifying twinge engulfs my soul
Oh! How long have I been standing in the loggia?
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