Nothing but the fresh breath of pines, and squirrels sneaking cones
Open spaces, golden grass singing, call a knapsack laden me,
To experience nothingness whilst on a hilly trail.
How pleasurable it is to shrug of the city and its
Instead I follow my heart, watch the snow leopard’s path
Notice there’s little beside me except cheer,
and nature’s bonhomie
Gleefully, I embrace the vagabond’s path to touch clouds stars and God’s infinity.
Mumtaz N Khorakiwala
Picture courtesy: Lachland Dempsey