SEASONS

I have walked past the silent caves
of a summer hill
and a season  I waited
for my green fields yet to come
but I left not my soft velvet
feather touch dreams of my village home
on the rapids of a river.
Here near the promontory
of my life a page opens up for me
from the sanctums of Lord
“ I am for Peace, but when I speak
they are for War..
and I know that I have walked past summer fire hills
and I know my monsoon is not very far...