Windy and mazy was the night….
Armed and attended walks the nature, seething in commotion….
The loud roof was singing with the fearful lightning….
Dawn was far, as I listened to the raindrops filling the ‘giant’ bucket patiently….
No men are strange, no country is foreign….
Beneath all uniform, a single body breathes like ours….
And the world is a bucket, where we live a ripple’s life….
Past is a shadow until the bucket is full of rain….
Left behind are the foot-steps in some redwood laden forest, utterly alone…
Time has frozen the dreams untouched….
Taste dictates and nature is a Victorian comedy…..
Chatter! Slowly the bucket overflows…..
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