Sunday, June 7, 2009


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,
I heard..
“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!

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