This day. this night, the thought nought, dilly dally br The life that coats a lot of pain on pleasure br And pleasure on pain has shades, subtle, wide. br br This song ‘ong’ shall long linger in my eyes br Me thinks its time to wipe my tears and smile br At everything dark and light, this subtle while. br br All alone the pregnant earth lives a rotary life br What a pity, the wine that was brewed of molten things br Have all been drunk – the green did smell strangely yesterday..br br Raveendran N.V.