Walking down country lanes in backwoods of India, feeling their
memories recollecting good times in remote mountaintop resorts
and deep forests of infinity.
Voices silent, not disturbing a soul, nature filling our spirits
with a captivating purpose that's not easily let go of, even
after departing.
Moments of being are left in memories of a timeless knowledge
that never seems to sleep while living, for India has left a
lasting impression upon this mere poet's mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem