! Expedition ! Poem by Rema Prasanaa

In silent footsteps, I followed a day
to find its origin from the doorways
of a night of amends,
climbed on a mountain's forehead
tossed in hand a cluster of clouds
chiseled a few rays from the shimmer
of dawn, rinsed my mind in one
mountain stream, searched
for its origin in one splendid foothill
followed the riverbeds on earthern clay pots
painted a fusion on its golden sand banks
played on its wing a solo of Jaltharang
and followed its pathways to reach
one ocean of grace....
I followed the ocean from its shore
to shore to clasp in hand the end
of horizon and there I find in surprise
no end or beginning for a day or
for river......




Jan 31, 2009