written by swapnil
the first smell of the water soaked soil
the first drop on the hands
recalling first memories of the first love
the yellow dim light of the lamp-post
the tree that tangled with it
the man sleeping on the bench
and the cat sleeping besides his feet
the roads are empty and mens are few
on the otherside of this night it would be different
the roads will be few and mens are empty
the few roads carrying the empty minds......
So I want to enjoy this moment
dont want to care about the otherside
although its night and it quarter past three
no one is awake... just raju and me....
