Beneath the outgrowth br Of tender leaves of the fully br Blossomed ketaki tree, br She clasps the grass blades br Of her waning hope, br Incarcerated by the mildly br Fragranced winds. br br His warm thoughts ripen br Another desire, that clings br To her wilting compassion br On a frost clinched morning br Of bedecked hemantha, br Quivering sensuously to the touch br Of her cold trinkets br She reaches with her bare palm br For the early dew that fell with all gentleness.