Mutely by the seashore I stand,
Waves playing touch-you-last with feet;
breeze cheering them delightedly
and gulls wailing to join them.
Faster, higher – engulfed I am.
Impossible to swim in sand.
I ask, “Am I one with nature?”
I trudge wearily across
searing sands reaching horizon,
my tongue swollen, voiceless throat parched.
Eternal thirst beyond knowing.
Strangely, a lump in my dry throat;
can neither spit out, nor swallow.
Mountains be they, getting larger!
High and steep, ever so many.
I ask, “Am I one with nature?”
Mountains, one behind the other.
Climb I must to the very top
and slide down on the other side.
Would this be the very last one?
It’s green, cool, peaceful, down below.
I slide down faster. Peace at last.
Deluding illusion. Nought else.
People everywhere making noise.
I ask, “Am I one with nature?”
Have reached point of no return.
Voila! Blue dot on horizon.
People talk. “Beyond that ocean
Stretches a sea of golden sand
And then mighty mountains loom large.
And far below, valley of peace….
….in that valley are our people.”
Cannot this disappointment bear.
I ask, “Am I one with nature?”
Fast forward I must to that place –
a haven on earth; my heaven.
Compulsion to verify this fact.
I stop moving for now I know.
Deep within me I found myself
and a Paradise of my own
And live in peace and total bliss.
I live, in harmony always.
For am I not one with nature?
