In Search Of My Echo Poem by Ravi Panamanna

Upon the Himalayas
Upon the abode of snow
I was once a wandering monk
I was once a solitary reaper.

Upon the altitudes where eagles dared
Across the land of whistling pines
I roamed about a passing wind
I wandered as a sailing cloud.

Where the waterfalls thundered,
Upon the lap of the hues of nature
I was a nightingale,
I was within my own womb.

In that singularity
In that monastery
I felt a deepening silence
I met my own growing echo.
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Original composition: 08th October 1995.