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This unhappy man in the midst of overflowing opulence living 
like a discolored precious stone in a box of rare jewels was always 
sad and lonely like a dry wood in a lush green forest, woke up 
one morning, more dejected than the morning before, threw 
the flower embossed curtains off the crystal clear window and 
looked outside to see, maybe for the first time, the scarlet sun 
rise in the flaming horizon that painted the fresco of rhythm on 
the rippling water of the river, he heard beckoning him amid the 
rustle of the dry leaves as the cool morning breeze ruffled them, 
and as the colors of the dawn touched his heart softly like the 
falling petals of flowers embracing the hard grey ground, a rare
delightful sensation pervasive, he never felt before, and as the 
music of the river wrapped his senses the way drifting clouds 
serenade in the emptiness of the mute sky, he walked with his 
face flooded by sensuous sunshine to the bank of the river 
where he saw a sand bar emerging proudly from the water in 
the middle of the river and spreading a silvery sloping bed for 
a small tree to grow whose outstretched branches were dancing 
in the southern wind and the emerald leaves were shining in 
sunburst splendor which he thought were the expressions of 
happiness and joy that the lone tree could generate as it grew 
free in an isolated barren bed of sand bar. All these enticed him 
to sail across the coral sea to a distant barren island and like the 
tree he let his life take resolute root in desolateness, living to 
see the dawns come with pristine colors to cheer and the sea 
turning into tapestry of liquid gold in ecstatic sunset hours, but 
he couldn’t spread his hands up in the beguiling air the way 
the branches of the forlorn tree did in ecstasy, his eyes didn’t 
shimmer under sun soaked sapphire sky the way the nascent 
leaves of the lonely tree did in happiness, because insular time 
had made his mind a barren island.

seclusion accretes 
in confines of lonely time…
soul seeks shore of bliss

August 26, 2020
Contest : Let The Pens Flow-Haibun
Sponsor : Jenish Somadas
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