Aroma of the Past
At this lonely hillside road
I feel the aroma of nature
from the shading trees at the roadside.
No stench, no garbage dump here
the aroma I felt long ago
today i inhaled deep into my heart.
That old banyan tree by the rill
wearing a ceremonial cotton cloth
for the old Deity residing on it.
I wish a moment
if the nymphs carry me away,
to their old realm creepy.
These quaint beings if wearing
customary garbs,speaking old languages
which from amongst us vanishing.
Here at this peaceful hillside
a moment I felt
the aroma of the past.
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