O saint, o sparrow, o stone,

In the meadows,

I walk alone.

I chance upon, a deep blue

abyss. A home for none,

but dreams and whims.

In it they dance and drink their

sorrow, astray in adventure

no qualms of the morrow.

No high no low, they don’t

understand, the splits of man

or calls for other strand.

They rise they fall, at their own

command, even when asunder,

just harmony their vanguard.

O saint, o sparrow, o stone

Into the meadows,

I once walked alone…

– Ritvik Kulkarni