On the top of the crest,
I shedded under an old pine tree,
tracking the sparkling citylights,
dim and glow.
The citylights coalesced here and there,
rushing on the dark paths to lighten them,
taking the most bizzare routes of the road,
upon an endless unknown journey.
The dazzling stones felt satisfied and calm,
they glowed and awakened a little of me,
I rolled down along the river shore,
locating towards the little town.
Oh! I left the heart of the crest!
the chirping of crickets and beetles,
the gurgle song of the river,
the white lit stars and the cool and composed breeze!
Atharva Gadre 