WHERE IS HE?

All have slept leaving the clock in solitude

Its heart is beating with fear

From a long long distance the horizon is barking like a dog;

Night is praying in plains on bended knees

Landscapes, seascapes were making penance to know

Where is he who gave his whole life to create

One song and offer it to the world and things are

Looking forward for that somebody to come

And will gift voices to them

And build temples in the countries of words-

Revolts are rising in the worlds of mind-

Searching for precious stones

My soul is digging tunnels in the mines of silences.

My window is looking at the sky

With its shutters thrown open----  

~Seshendra~