Hikari In Chikmagalur Poem by Rodion Myshkin

Plucked away from Thirthahalli
She yearned her lost paradise,
A sunny horizon that rose into
A landscape of mountains,
Parting clouds and passing rains.

The new city streets
Invited her gloom
with noise, dirt and stench;
In this darkness, should loom
Her heart, paused to wrench.

Can she create her own space again -
In an alien world of lights,
To built her craft, sing her past
Wing her dreams, shape her schemes,
Make her silence heard,

And with eyes closed,
See her own paradise again.