Quietude

Credit: Ratna Pochiraju 

Surrounded by the palest of bluesOr was it the result of a divine conjoinmentTinged with the serene aura Of the man who sat in the middle of it
With hair knotted into a top bunAn old shawl draped around The shoulders in relaxed grace The man stayed deep in meditation
Was this peace, the breeze wonderedWas this acceptance, the waves ponderedWas this life, the sky musedAs they awaited, inquisitive for an answer
Years blended into decadesThe world raced ahead, trying to take over timeWhile Nature took a long break And melted into the man Who remained among them or time immemorial
Was there anything as soothingWhen even Mother Nature bowedTo the tranquility in the man That one could rarely achieve

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