There wasn't a sound of a door opening or the sound of your feet leaving, going away. How do you come and how do you leave?

And when the tamarind tree sways in the wind, its shadows move over the brick wall as if someone had sprinkled water on parched earth. Sun is high in the horizon and heat shimmers.

When do you come and when do you leave?

In a closed room, on occasions, When the lamp flickers On the wall I see a huge shadow That seems to intently stare at me, Distant eyes seem to peer at me.

When do you come and when do you leave?

Translated from Hindustani