Folding the sky , horizon descended
Into me vertically
In me the forests , rivers , mountains , villages and towns
Become straight line , curves , triangles circles and
run into a pulsating drop
rivers turn back and flow into the hills
the hills go in to their caves ,
men are merging into the trees , trees are
merging into flowers , flowers into fruits , fruits
into seeds , seeds into the earth and earth
into the skies; the sky merges into the horizon
the horizon unfolds the sky and flies out of me
and resting on the sea horizontally , again , keeps
gazing at the worlds of stars ,
keeps calling me , come , come , come .......
- Seshendra Sharma