he remembered
Once
Right here
At the verandah
Of the hut
Overlooking the distant hills
Swept by ethereal music
And the foggy state of late november
he found Him in a chapter...
Sitting straight
On a wooden bench
Overlooking the woods
Which had charms of being greenish
Like a land deep mystic
And full of seen but unseen magic,
he recalled how in a state of rebirth
he saw a flower spreading petals to greet
Her,
her true within...
he remembered
How the Superb
Planted peepul trees
Here
With His utmost care,
awesome inspires,
holy perspires...
And
His wonderous music...
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