GloMag GloMagDecember2018 - Page 234

From the wardrobe of The universe. I hide my head in her bosom And Hear the cricket's song, The sound of tranquillity. Suddenly breaking my dream Enters into the play The mamon-worshipper of the world. They carry her to a discotheque And Kill her mercilessly By the incessant flashes of floodlights. 234