Hark and hear the hordes of howling hounds
hustling and heading here in the hell of hinterland.
Struggling, staggering, sweating severely
so; searching to strive sooner sunshining in the Sunny
and the Sandy-land. Eyes eradiating and ears echoing elsewhere to emanate
embellished ecstasy enjoyed eagerly in the Easterland.
Missing memorable moment that magically mesmerise
myriad miles and meditating as myth of the Motherland.
Naresh K. Rai