Nov 1, 2010

The Man On The Hill

Hard hitting Sun parched the back,
Yet he sat in a state of imposed ecstasy
The inhaled smoke creating that momentary high in the mind,
The music in the air brought in the Desert Rain.

From afar he came, to feel the rays,
To delve into himself in all its truths,
To breathe the easy air and sway,
To live amidst the passion of Nature.

Gleams reflected off the surface,
The winding road to where he sat seemed like a python.
Many had sat at the very spot before him
Living the moment in whichever way they could.

1 comment:

Ratik said...

nice... ( charsi )