Tètè-a-tètè

the Night calls this traveler for a tètè-a-tètè
even vigilant Moon is not privy to this clandestine
plot, hatches, then thickens
cocky, sinister, silent mirth filters through
like waft of aroma snakes the air
nostril-bound - the eyes see nought
for sight in the darkness, is of the mind
finally a breakthrough as daybreak draws near
and with no ado my guest hurriedly departs
before the Sun unveils itself.

Haidarwali 201706270059hrs

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