When I know not..

When I know not...... At a time, When I know not..... The horizon bends into the wallets strewn as market wastes..... Striking bamboo trunks in wind, Cursing the lose of music .... I know not...... Fireflies swirling around the street dogs , In accordance with the oracles Following as refugee star lasses..... When ,I know not..... But crying, Why I hanged before the blood dried flags of struggles.... When, I know not.... Why my sister's and brothers without looking their reflection along with the sky, Qued alone for the foes... Channelising the propagation of chains When, I know not.... But, crying, The smashing end of cultures under the wormed eaten lotuses.... At a time, When I know not..... But, crying.... Exclusively for crocodiles.... (C) Ravindranath kunnath Kochi, Kerala, India.