A lunar mist spreads its wings,
subtle but frail,
a lotus floats in the unearthly hour,
into the twilight sky.

The hours of the night have passed,
but the dawn is far.
The spirit roams in the delight of the freedom
over the saffron field.

A grip is felt on the hand.
A voice hails from behind the veil
of the misty dawn.
A horseman rides away,
a gallop and a sway
a smile dawns
on the lips of the horseman as he speeds.

"I come back, embedded in the seed
of a new current of an enchanted life,
neither too soon, nor too late,
for there is a time appointed for birth and the end".

Sushama Karnik
Mar 6, 2017

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