Returning on the wings
of the southerly winds
I crossed the small rivulet,
swaying paddy fields,
vast barren grounds,
secluded walkways,
and the nameless hillock
Time flew by,
catching dragonflies,
collecting abrus seeds,
tasting mango kernels
and Jackfruit flaps
and so did another vacation
When I opened my eyes,
I was atop Noah’s ark
bahut achchi kavita hai, santosh alex badhai ke paatr hain