Favourite time, fiery rider...

Favourite time of fire rider

Prowls around the world, looking for recognition.

He's not here and there is none.

"Where is the recognition?" - He waits for a response.



Metering under a palm tree in Ceylon silence.

"Deeper Look at yourself, look deeper.

In the only vocation is yours,

That he must recognize himself. You - poet! "



7.09.10. Bentota.Shri Lanka.


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