After a return, from somewhere...

there the morn by this time
Might have broken out...
And that little of the tree banyan
Under whose shade
me took a brief rest
Stretching legs midday
Burnt and oxygenated
The same,
The other day,
Facing a green country coming as sea patchy meadow like,
She must have started glistening
Standing there all right...
Swept by the breeze
And the gold of the light...

And that small but clean and clear
Sloping down
Like a river
A watery flow-
That journey might have also got illumed
By newer ideas
Newer hopes...

Having a journey made
To another time
And small space...
Takes one
To rest
And trace
One's kindlier hand
And larger dimensions...
The sky


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