A rainy evening

The eyes, gone, the lover of another, at his feet.

When, carelessly, the sari is slightly raised.

It's raining outside. There are lanterns under the table, in the dark

Occasionally there is a rash on the hidden feet.

Not with unjust eyes. He had no choice but to look.

Wasn't it really? Why? - Huh, the rain comes into the house

Wasn't it really? Why? - Flowers jumping on the barbed wire

Wasn't it really? Why?

Hides the design-cut lace fringe.

Now the rain has stopped. Now he has also left this house.

Just, the wind is coming back. Just like the eyes of a disabled person

The lantern on the floor of the table is trembling from time to time.