Simulacrum

In a rhythm, please speak up now with us
As rain- moths are pulling out their music
From puffed up cheeks and painted hearts
The cuckoo sings a rain song from a gnarl.
Its rhythm will go on till morning and sun.

Crack a burst sound from the almond shell
Of morning hid in kernel on night's branches
The tip of a tongue testifying its early rising.
The adrenaline had wildly gone up the night.

Girls, hold your skirts and swirl like earth-ball
Kick the blue of the airy balloon to a yellow sun
The sun has tied his horses to swirl around it
It will now be your fate to move in simulacrum.

“The sun has tied Earth and other planets through attraction and moves them around itself as if a trainer moves newly trained horses around itself holding their reins.”

Rigveda 10.149.1