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With leaves, back-lit by the Sun,
Glass-green and veined
And in starlight,
Dark tufted chins,
The Peepal tree’s
Roots cleave the earth,
(Taut with muscle and bone
The standing trunk)-
Poised hooves of wild horses:
A hill-stream descends,
A cow’s-bell tinkling –
Stillness swings in the night-branches
Like infant-apes,
Moving the tree forward:
Here’s a nucleus
Detached, whole,
Never going wrong –
And all light moving
Under-water
Or star-beyond.
©Krishnamurti Ganesh