RAN IN THE RANN
RAN IN THE RANN1 min 633 1 min 633
The white solid course sedimentation
Long slender roads, like snakes slithering
Past the dry deserts in search of its burrow
Part of whiteness on which I stand and above the whiteness I see
Glowing lights shooting up and then slowly fizzling out,
Like bubbles in the soda bottle.
The red lasers running across confusing the travellers about the direction.
I stood, I sat, I ran, I dreamt
I stood I sat I ran I dreamt What if there was not an end
Walking on the road into the darkness
Feeling the cool breeze
Rubbing past my face whistling
And whispering in my ears
The story of the grasses,
The story of the birds that used to come on the lands as migrants.
The story of this land when
I was untouched by human hands.