Mukhamozhikal

Two dark doves on the laurel tree—one is sun the other is moon. My dear neighbours where is my grave? In my tail is the sun and in my throat is the moon. I saw two eagles and a naked girl while I was travelling across the globe. Why should I remember the poem of Lorca now? I am unable to remember anything. Why do I become a man who sings poem out of place? Who will fly in search of his own grave? Was death travelling with Abhimanyu like a never-present lover?