All are but on an errand…
one evening, I was on my terrace,
I saw a pair of pigeons flying
crows calling out saying something to each other
some watchful kites took off from branches above,
as though getting late to get back home
the street lamp lit up as the sun set
the flowers on a creeper nearby closed in
A stream of ants hurriedly nosing in a hole
Clouds above floating on a path they know not
A man with his wife zooming down
as though their hungry kids were waiting
All around me, seemed to be on an errand, unexplainable
I too seemed to be left with an errand,
only but to lay fascinated..
about this endless, beginningless errand of God..
one evening, I was on my terrace,
I saw a pair of pigeons flying
crows calling out saying something to each other
some watchful kites took off from branches above,
as though getting late to get back home
the street lamp lit up as the sun set
the flowers on a creeper nearby closed in
A stream of ants hurriedly nosing in a hole
Clouds above floating on a path they know not
A man with his wife zooming down
as though their hungry kids were waiting
All around me, seemed to be on an errand, unexplainable
I too seemed to be left with an errand,
only but to lay fascinated..
about this endless, beginningless errand of God..
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