Hills,
so youngly green
surround me.
The winds so strong; yet mild
blow around me.
The land fertile and moist
is beneath me.
And I stand, solitary, amidst nature,
Hearing the temple bells jingle
Unable to guess from where they ring.

Melodious hums,
Perhaps, of a devotional song
reach my ears and tempt me,
And I move towards it,
I go on and on and on
Like a lamb moving in darkness
Unable to know where
It’ll land up.

I reach a rocky place,
somewhere, near
A waterfall.
I saw a group of boys and girls;
Mostly teenagers;
sitting on the rocky, uneven land,
and humming the tempting tune.
Perhaps, a way of Meditation!

Inquisitive to know – what
they were doing.
I waited…
And when they stopped,
They said, they were thanking Maa…
I think they mean,
Mother Nature for
what she gave them everyday.

They left, but I stayed on;
Stunted, open mouthed, thinking-
How many times did I take time off
to thank nature for what she gives me?
How many of us
far away in the cities,
Spare sometime to thank
The Mother of all
Mother Nature.