One unsuspected night for R. F. Burston

According to Lord R. F. Burston, civil provost of Delhi:



"... The Indian saint and poet Goswami Tulsi Das composed the epic narration about Hanuman (or Hanumat) and his army of monkeys (circa 1599 AD).

Two years later, a minor king (from Chhattisgarh or maybe Uttarakhand) sent eight police officers to kingly arrest him and incarcerate him in a tower made of stone, because of sedition and impiety.

Deprived of water, and only fed with the sweaty breadcrumbs that every dawn the vultures of Goa left on his window, Das prayed and meditated for 46 days and 46 nights.

And Das prayed for yellow milk, and the telestial stare of Sir Ganesh heard
and Hanumat surged from the sweaty breadcrumbs, 'cause he surged
with his army of monkeys he surged, orange and perfumed, Hanumat
and assaulted and sieged the city (in Chhattisgarh or maybe Uttarakhand)
and invaded the citadel, and liberated Tulsi Das in the moonsonal delirium
from the tower made of stone, from the tower made of stone... "


As the mild winter night surrounded Dheli and the fireflies illumed his dispatch through the window, Burston lit his pipe once again, and sat down on the coach.

From behind the fireflies, and the last carts of dusk passing by
from the divide where the citadel becomes jungle, one thousand eyes

-or even beyond. 
Closer.