As we stood on the plane with a varying angle of reflection,
Kept observing the law, bringing static landscapes into motion,
And repeating the words, devoid of all and any meaning,
With no much exertion, no much exertion.
A few of them here, who still measure the time with the wooing,
On a good question they are ready to answer with mooing,
And looking around I see that their timely arrival
Is not accidental, is not accidental...