The Horizon

Folding the sky , horizon descended Into me vertically In me the forests , rivers , mountains , villages and towns Become straight line , curves , triangles circles and run into a pulsating drop rivers turn back and flow into the hills the hills go in to their caves , men are merging into the trees , trees are merging into flowers , flowers into fruits , fruits into seeds , seeds into the earth and earth into the skies; the sky merges into the horizon the horizon unfolds the sky and flies out of me and resting on the sea horizontally , again , keeps gazing at the worlds of stars , keeps calling me , come , come , come ....... - Seshendra Sharma http://seshendrasharma.weebly.com https://www.facebook.com/GunturuSeshendraSharma/