About me I shall know
In that small continuing end
Or I may not, know at all
The touch of rich blues
Of the Himalayan sky
Some dirt on the face
From rugged mountains
Hugging Shanti Stupa
Orchestra of the Lidder
And the river Indus
A long sleepy night
Of rain tapping
On the tin-roofed home
An anthology of poetry
Sarangi and flute backdrop
Cogitation on philosophy
Epeolatry with incense
Of fresh print of jacketed books
There are no ends, no beginnings
Everything is a continuum...
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