Grassland of Savanna fascinated me for long,
I swayed with the grass and acknowledged the refulgent sun.
As calmness made ways into my mind,
You held clenched my hand and I held it tight.
The sun beamed, grass swayed,
“As sun protects vegetation, I, protect you”.
PROTECT? I enquired.
Gratefulness, Thankfulness did not touch me..
Like a moron, I was lost…
Blissfully, I opened my eyes of ignorance,
I find the sun shining brightly again and the thrill of Savanna treasured
During one of my meditation sessions, I could speak to the Lord at Savannah Grasslands!! Hare Krishna!