Our Own Sentient Universe

In a harvesting autumnal evening We gathered in the field of an old farm Scattered haystacks all over, Ripen paddy sprinkled aroma there, Invigorated with hue and cry and loud laughter Hide and seek we played, Under the starry black sky We all sat around the fire, Watching the grizzled old man, More stooped he was than a year ago, In the fire some straws he put, Some bamboo pipes he filled with rice And cooked them with the heat of fire, That night you sat by me, Still I recall, You and I were just kids, unknowingly A bond we formed that didn’t dissipate, Many autumns we traversed With ups and downs, We grew up in our own sentient universe Far away from each other! There exists between us a vast expanse of desert, A cadence of wind sweeps over my oasis With bemoaning sigh of love!