Koiee hai 

koiee hai, anyone there

resounds the old haveli

night after night

and again tonight.

the night outside is a

maratha chieftain galloping on

marble sheen of a belligerent

moonlight.

the night is a hunter

of a sky unbroken

from lost seasons

whispers in a staccato

of promises after dark.

the night wont rest

tonight

as your mouth writes

the fury on a merging skin

of a fortress wall

in a surrendering

dawn.