Wild flowers loosed upon the moonlight
Cradled in its cool light
Whispered secrets to me last night
And as they were done
They bid farewell fair son
And vanished like they had come
Wherefrom comes this poetry once in a while,
Like a sudden rainbow in the desert
Reminding me that far away somewhere
Cool rains have fallen
But to get to that greened land
I must turn my back to the rainbow
And commence on a journey
Become a "pravasi"
--Siddhartha
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