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