Everyone stood at the sleepless half-open window
Filled with chin - enlarged eyeball.
Someone whispered and mingled
The slow pace of the night - one, two, three.
Someone bends the neck east of the sky.
Roy paused in the shadows of the top
Shital Dakhina - Locals are sweaty and breathless,
Fan swaying hand fan, someone wipes face in water.
The unruly young man opened the door
Looking for air address with frustrated eyes.