Somewhere in journey, under a banyan tree
I meet this stranger with a colorful headgear
Sitting heavily on his head, his legs swathed
In silk dress-cloth, torso decked in camphor.
I saw him come riding horse, sword in hand.
I decided to join aloft, in a journey beyond.
I look back through hoof-dust of his horse.
Now my village is a blur in those blue hills.
( A humanized representation of Lord Venkateswara the God of the Tirumala hills)