A hot breath of moist air
Fragrance of monsoon soil
When the earth is coiling
In her own sensuality
May be in romance with
Autumn’s dry colours
And honeylike drops of rains
Whole of the geography was knowing
Erect treehood ascertaining
Something was going on.
Me mindful powerless,
Powerful mindless following
Shadows
Tacit words, noises around me
Featherless flying, landing on sands of deserts
Lost.
My soul is fulfilled
Your honeyed pearlike trickle
On your lips touched by my nose
I move, walk and run to catch
Shadows of glorious past.
I shall hold them before heavy rains bust
Or they cross the unseen river.
I cannot swim.