Not often does saturday come to the party

it must be Diwali in India as i see more lights on the dark beach with
0 three and negative ions on a mild night
a wild night
spiced by Malaysian and Indian saffron
with a chai the Bangladeshi boy ran after the train to complete his
Ravindranath course with whiff of pepper, cardamon, cinnamon
Not a thing is a miracle people chase like a mirage
Not a therapy for heartbreak free to chase orange vividity
the soft winds from the north don't bite the trawler going to Picton
temperatures bounce like frogs
on a dark bright night where grass sings like a caterpillar