Among Cracks & Crevices,
And Thorns,
But tiny purple flower,
That's the only existence,
Clouds & Majestic blue skies,
And rain drops,
But the anticipation,
Until then,
The glaring sun light,

Time is stuck,
As if waiting,
But no volcanoes,
Are going to erupt,
No farmer,
Is going to till,
Smooth round perfect boulders,
Get wet at night,
And hot at day,


Chirag Bangdel
"After Midnight"