Monday, June 17, 2013

a travel to a place... a start again with joy...

this soft dewy grass...
this green...
that youngish growing happy old
banyan tree...
those chirpings of birds
woken by the first rays of the Sun...
a blue pink white sky...
the smell of mango blossoms...
whitish green...
and a companion...
blue too!

'ain't it lovely?'
he asked him self...
being fully calmed...
by a curious sense of silent love...
as if he had fallen in love again
with this country...
where cocks crowed carrying a hopeful
waking up call...
where peasants start early...
too early their day...
simple days of their...
followed by simple life...

'why not i stay awhile here?
barefeet?
in touch...
with them...
with their Mother...
Nature...
is She not my mother too?'

he asked...
sinking by choice made...
into A Heaven...
so pure...
so sure...
so sure...


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