My journey

                                                                                 CAEN-2010

The chant is growing
And I cannot hear myself,
The glow comes, with
Increasing uneasiness;

I run the fields
Pretending to be green,
Or walk along, waters
And a clear beach;

The body rests
The mind wanders,
Who has come, who must go
Yet to be seen;

The ‘Gupt Godavari’ knows
Entrance is what it holds
Lying at the feet
Of a mountain peak;

I wish to think
No more,
Lest I witness my dreams
Turn Into ghosts.