Old
man who stares at mountains
Sitting
here on Debu-Nandita’s balcony
I
feel
The
late Spring sun on my back
I
hear
The
distant cow-bells
As
stunted cattle go out to graze
The
melodious mating call of the mountain mynah
The
sibilant whisper of the breeze
Caressing
the fronds of cheerh trees
I
watch
The
frenetic flight of the swifts
The
languorous lammergeyer on its wings
The
hurried fluttering of the hummingbird
Competing
with the butterflies
Raiding
the red rhododendrons.
And
with my focussed-unfocussed eyes, see
The
rolling hills, terraced fields and verdant valleys,
Distant
Trishul and Nanda Ghunti
Playing
hide-and-seek,
Perfectly
content
With
the evanescent frames and unchanging vista.
