Stranger

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)

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