Stumbling upon forsaken stumps, I forayed deeper into the woods,
Knew not where I was headed; dusk settled on the canopy like a hood.
With strained eyes I peered, at a daunting abyss prowling the subliminal,
A delusional reprieve seemed a welcome truce from where I stood.
Hush, hark! A koel serenades an enthralled bog. Encore!
Applause from a rapt audience into an ensuing quietude tore.
Witnessed from mine eyes of fancy, upon that thirsty gorge,
An ensemble of myriad flair, heartened by the surging furore.
Snap! A jolt to senses! Numb on the green carpet I lay,
Deceived by zestful whim; Dang! Trance had been at play.
Snubbed, I looked skyward, or so I presumed. Alas!
When would Nature, patron of the subdued, proclaim day?
Hurrah! A radiance, heaven-sent, that with its far outreach,
Illuminated a Garden o’ Eden, at every nook, cleft and breach.
Nomad rejoiced! “If this ain’t Heaven!” – An exalt in delight;
Unfazed, in all brilliance, thou had once again come to preach!
– Sairam Jaishankar
Pic courtesy- Sairam Jaishankar.