eye turns
to look
up..
the sun..
where is..
the sun
..?
somehow
eye had not
seen
earlier..
all darkness
over
this ground
..?
when
had it
come
..?
eye wonders..
is it time
to leave
..?
as form gets
on to its
feet..
slowly
in this gentle
dark chariot..
oh..this
poor chariot
must be
so alone..
without its king..
to who
it belongs..
poor heart
wonders..
as a huge wave
crashes
against
its tiny walls..
oh..this beautiful
yellow and gold..
looks to the eye
now
like
a dark shadow
of its past..
waiting..
waiting
God only knows
since how long..
for
its king..
oh brother...
brother...
voice calls
out
for
the great one
into
the dark..
..
..
..
far across
the forests
echo..
the call
back..
silence..
no
answer..
far above..
this dark
almost like
another world
as
dear eye
looks..
the dark clouds
gather..
far above
this dark
lone..
chariot..
far away
somewhere..
temple bells
ring..
an old old tune
these..
shifting sands
bring..
eyes wonder..
at the grains..
moving
everywhere..
has not rained
for long
here..
eye wonders
sadly…
oh how..
will they live..
dear rain..
without you
..?
the tune
is familiar..
the song
of this
once golden
chariot..
..
..
karimukil kaatile..
rajanithan..veetile..
kanakaambarangal vaadi..
kadathhuvallam..
yathrayaayi..
yaathrayaayi..
..
..
karayil
nee
mathram
aayi…
…
…
…
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