Lend me your ear, O my dazed darling!
I shall unfold to you the elan of love.
The length and breadth of the vale
I traversed, like one lost to himself.
I ran after pirs, fakirs and jogis,
Bypassing no holy place.
I was snuffing the air for tomorrow’s
Tidings, when my country would be free.
But there was only talk of the past,
Of how the far-off world moved.
The star-studded night fell and moonlight
Took the hill and dale in its embrace.
Dead tired, I perched on a mound. My body