How pleasing is the sight of a horned beauty on a sultry day in a muddy pond, ruminating under the bright sun, eyes closed , without cares and worries……….

  I        am         a           buffalo

I always think of myself as a buffalo

Lying in the cool mud of Time

Chewing the cud of my dreams

Over an earthy earth

Under the sunny sun.

Dreams are not my pastime,

But the essence of my existence

It is the food I take and ruminate

Over this earthy earth in the sunny sun

With my eyes half closed

Immersed in the heavenly slush

Call me a horned reverie

Immersed in a pool of colours

Slowly chewing the cud of time

Over the earthy earth.

I am not a tetrapod

Nor I have a bovine existence

I exist in colours and colours

And assimilate my Dreams.

 And as I go on ruminating

Up comes my violet dream

In grains and pellets

Down goes my indigo dream

Into the recess of my gullet

Followed by the blue, green and orange.

Dreams and dreams after dreams

Shuttle between my mouth and gut.

And up comes my dream glorious

As an explosion of the Red

Blinding all my other dreams

And persisting as an eternity

Through the lids of my closed eyes

Under the sunny sun