After the orange sun on the horizon goes down,
before the sky is ready in its shining black gown,
I wake up to another morning,
and walk in the streets of a magical town.
I see colours merge and evolve,
I see life dance and revolve,
around the streets full of art,
there I see rules of the world dissolve,
Music I hear and sing, is unheard,
I write, words that in my mind are stirred,
I work till my brain is overtaken by sleep,
like a restless and adamant nocturnal bird.
- N K Sran