Only then you know

Have you seen a fine drizzle in crimson sky?
Have you seen the tree tops decked with white herons?
Or, have you been a witness to swaying paddy fields
And hear the mourning of the wind?

Have you gone to a forest deep and
Passed a night on a wild tree?
Have you eyed the silver moon
When trees whisper and animals prowl?

Only then you know what I mean, my friends.


Author: abusiddik

"The woods are lovely dark, and deep... And miles to go before I sleep." An author, a votary of freedom and truth, and a hater of the hypocrites, and the self-serving intellectuals, the merchants of religions. And a country storyteller, 'a long distance runner', a farmer's son, a self-styled thinker.

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