That evening on the high plateau.
the playground of those myriad tiny yellow white flowers
I lay myself on the undulating grass, amidst a buzz of happy life
the white white clouds floating across the blue blue sky.
they are just travellers. like me.
the stiff breeze coming up the kada hums a serene tune
bidding adieu to the golden orb of fire
as it slowly sinks into the void
lighting up with a magic light all who salute him.
the silence speaks to me, speaks about her ...
I must have lost myself.
For this must be the abode of the Gods.
- Abhijit Rao, September 2005