Universe.

Drenched by the very air,
clouds hovering, smooth,
peacefully...

Through the hollow bamboo,
nature blows its flute,
birds,
wood stock,
small footsteps...

Twig breaks underneath,
wriggling ants,
tirelessly flowing fog,
mist on the wood's resting bed...

Mud and leaves make no difference,
all is one, clouds beneath,
rain under,
winds all over...

Open, open, open wide,
fall upon the ground...

Eight, the shooting stars,
seven the nectar,
three the leaf-less trees,
two the minds,
half demonized,
half angelic,
and a single soul,

throughout...

Universe.

- Karthik Adithya Singaraju