me and he...and me...

'close your eyes
till you illuminate...
shut your ears
till the song your soul penetrates...
close your nose
till the aroma fill you up...
talk no more
till talks come nonstop...'
The ascetic told me
oneday as we sat...me and he
under a shadowy palm tree...
short and stout
by the green blue shamelessly proud...

The wind with salt and sand played...
the afternoon like a whistleblower spread
notes after notes she musically relayed...
Just then I realised...
the ascetic was none other than me...
and me in that long bearded loin clothed tramp did I see...

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