We sat cross-legged on the Old Banyan
loneliness, solitude, and silence played with
Unknowingly, the leaves kept waiting for
their rain-drops; the parched earth shook in
Don't get affected with the melancholy of
Don't ever go that way, she rebuked me!
When she left, I drifted back in time; silence
spoke a new language.
She was a stream that once flowed down
the valley; I was a stone a little boy had
thrown onto her!