I do not walk. My shadows walk
Walk to Ghat in the calculation.
I do not call. My shades call,
Called the Goddess
I have no chase, I'll go
Big chase of my shades.
They get up in the dead tree
Enter the sky manhole.
I wear bracelet in the afternoon
I wanted to see all the green
You. The guys who showed you
It's a fall-manuscript of my own.
Now the habit has been such that,
I just saw the anonymous shadow of sleeping
Call the shadow with your wrong name.
