A murmuring river,

Stork hunting,

A bent tree,

Kissing the

Gentle waters,

Wilderness around,

Solitude uninterrupted,

A perfect place to unwind,

And quietly register the details,

For a wandering urban mind:

A Zen moment—

That reconnects

The competing soul

 With the

Vestigial nature around,

And the pervasive divine,

In all the revolving atoms,

For few seconds,

Peace envelopes the

Feverish being,

Let us all chant

With T.S. Eliot,

Om Shanti, Om Shanti.

Sunil Sharma
Latest posts by Sunil Sharma (see all)