The vagabond

In quest of the serene golden rays of dawn,

 In search of silent beauty of lush green valleys

O’er there on barren rocks of this land of temples

wandered like a lonely bird, lost his way

In the melting glaciers of the mountain peaks.

 Glowing silvery threads amid dense pines & junipers,

In the rivers of unfathomable depth,

 Perhaps, less deep than his sorrows

wandered like a lonely bird that lost his way.

The vagabond of Indus traversed miles and miles

With wavering feet &eyes.

The burning soul with dithering footsteps

Stood long on those barren rocks

Glancing at the far away monasteries & mysterious valleys.

Silence & sunshine embraced him

sober moments lingered between them

Shattering the depth of silence asif a bubble.

The soul & the freezing wind of the dusky dawn had a palaver,

The breezy, frosty wind of mountain gllaciers

Visiting the frozen consciousness

somewhere from the valleys of melting snow

An uninvited pal in the silence of his solitude.

The wind of snow whispered to his new  pal with gloomy eyes

Why seeking solace in the first rays of sun in this far land

Unaware of the land of your genesis

Unheard of those calls for decades,

The land of fathomless love,

where angels uttering chants of prayer for your good life.

Where florets & fragrance of memories sleeping mystically,

since the day you vanished in the whirlpool of life.

Everything heydays of your yesteryears left behind awaiting long,&long

The landmarks of an era still breathing in the vestiges awaiting your return.

Leave the hinterland of despair

Cast off days of gloom and shades of melancholy

Let off sorrows to be buried in the withered sands

 To be drained off into the trajectories of mountain streams

Oh, Vagabond, return to your land

where angels enkindle hope of mirth & joy for a new daybreak

The Guardian Angels of this world with chants of prayers;

Return to your land of genesis again.

Take a rebirth from this soil of your footprints awaiting you there.

Enjoy the breeze of Spring &Autumn of these mountain ghats.

And winter of the land with no foliage left over to bid farewell to the rising sun.

To find yourself in the lap of serenity

leaving the hinterland of despair away, far away.

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