Elysium

I guess he sat there in thoughts, As I guess he rewinds his past. I think he dreams of a life, As I think he dreams of reality. He might’ve sat in rest, or he might’ve sat in pain. I have guessed this, And now I’ve guessed it all. For all my thoughts, Hey may have just sat there…. Just to sit !!

Hear the night singing bright, lonely ocean, loathsome tide, glistening sun, sleepy eyes, leaf of winter shed in spring.Galloping horses, freedom shines. Blades of grass, birds they sing. Starry sky, swaying tree, ants at march, blooming flowers, innocent lie, green crisp apple falling free, scattered rays and misty haze. Comb of pine, the moon at nine. Drops of Jupiter, Crystal dew, three thousand days. Fresh and new. By my close friend - Jai Singh Sirmathura