Mr. Sahyan
I saw a mystic man….a mystic man
In the jungles of western ghats
The stout rocking man is too tall
The master of this earthly wealth
Shook his head spreading long hairs at side
The opulent man looking to queen Arabian sea
Touches the cloudy box meanwhile
It scatters full of pretty pearls on her….
She is dancing with the silver-white frock
Of sparkling waves in the aromatic breeze.
The pearls for loving hearts..
A lot of dangling pearls…O” dangling pearls
I am so curious slowly stepped forward
To collect some of the shining pearls,
Suddenly I heard the thundering sound
Did he saw me? I hide in a cave
Again he is touching the bluish sky-
The woody trees moving to and fro
A crown of golden rays on his head
Made a “thilak” at his broad forehead
The lighted valley is glorifying him and adoring with flowers
Tributary streams designed the “kasavu mund “and shawls
Covered over his hairy masculine body.
Little scared to go nearer to his hut.
Oh! In a blaze of colors, patrolling little butterflies
Kissing fragrant flowers and basking in the sun
So wild the rocky steps with gorgeous peacocks
Snakes and tuskers near the sacred grooves….
I need to satisfy within, what a nice spot
The journey is too “the wisdom of nature”
The master of this hidden wealth.
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