The prisoner awaits in the shadows
"Bring me the little serpent you killed."
They talk in the language of the hill dwellers,
looking beyond the shortcomings of a simple man.
"Lights! Lights! Lights! Broken lights!"
A heart-failure in the shadows..
A farewell in the past.
Water, green, green water everywhere
"Such lucid chain of thought in the Manali haze?"
Someone called out in the custom colours..
"Yes, I'm here;
Freeze the Frame."