In silent footsteps, I followed a day <br />to find its origin from the doorways <br />of a night of amends, <br />climbed on a mountain's forehead <br />tossed in hand a cluster of clouds <br />chiseled a few rays from the shimmer <br />of dawn, rinsed my mind in one <br />mountain stream, searched <br />for its origin in one splendid foothill <br />followed the riverbeds on earthern clay pots <br />painted a fusion on its golden sand banks <br />played on its wing a solo of Jaltharang <br />and followed its pathways to reach <br />one ocean of grace.... <br />I followed the ocean from its shore <br />to shore to clasp in hand the end <br />of horizon and there I find in surprise <br />no end or beginning for a day or <br />for river...... <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Jan 31, 2009<br /><br />Rema Prasanaa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/expedition/
