A wine buried  under the earth,

a passion locked;

and the key thrown away in the sea.

God was napping when He drew the road-map.

Taking the wrong turn 

I wandered in the dark.

With regret in heart

I searched for the key.

A wine that lay under earth has ripened

I am dizzy.

The lost time is lost

The orchards got baked and burnt

Out there the sky is aglow.

The first ray has ripped apart

the curtain has flown

The wind enters.

The unending road.

I hate to go to bed.

Lying on my back 

warming the bed

It 's a furnace now.