AT THE NIGHT’S END
Profiles in the crimson sunset
Meet for the first time
When the dormant desires are ignited
In the long night to start
To explore the human geography
Both inner and outer
To probe into the mysteries of love
To discover a new relationship
Which will continue from birth to birth
Or may end, the next morning.
In those critical moments
Sometimes, total strangers put together
Fail miserably after a strenuous day.
Occasionally an animal springs on its prey
And that trauma remains forever
For a lucky few, it is just a beginning
Many more nights await with eternal moonlight
To build another Taj Mahal
Not with marble, but with flesh and blood.