Caracal
Was it a Dream?
A “visionary gleam” I know not.
That caracal which
I saw, triggered fear in me,
Leaving behind
traces of ferocity.
I recall it pounced my closest kith .
What happened to his body after two decades?
I visualise the active keeper, meditating and
Spending his
time on reading and prying into
Questions of
Soul –searching identity,
Questions what
transmigration the soul has
undertaken?
What nature
of birth, what living it has shaped
Into the deceased kith’s
body?
This venture
is like a Mountain doing
A great penance
and Yoga and Yaga.
It takes
a vow
no more hunting for a
meal,
Throwing message of
wisdom
Upto the air merging
with the cries
Of cicadas
and hawks.
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