The saffron turban covered his bald head
It was his wish that he was here, leaving behind the family threads;
He had the experience of a good life in his stride...
But in search of the true essence he left it all with pride;
The mystifying Himalayas always enchanted him;
He was startled by the pure Ganges always flowing to the brim,
His journey had just began that he knew;
Also knowing that this experience is possessed only by few,
In this quest for nirvana he had come across the unknown facets of life;
Which money could have never bought him even if he would have strived,
The satisfaction of being close to nature and hear birds sing their songs of glory;
He always thought these things existed only in dreams and stories.
The simple living may not charm everyone;
But the peace that follows can be matched by none;
Man has after all evolved from the soil,
And sooner or latter he has to merge with it completing life's toil.
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
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