Beckoning

See that hut out there in the wilderness
Hidden behind the old mango tree
A serene air cloaks this hut
Intoxicated by the white jasmine shrub
I sit and watch charmed into eternity

Wistful smokes are coming out of that hut
Mingled with young gleeful chatters
I also see a hunched up shadow
Picking some dried twigs
Beneath the old mango tree
I sit and watch charmed into eternity


Must be winter I think
But then I see lilies in the pond
Basking in their full glory
I can also hear the toad croaking
Happy to see the beauty of the lily


I also hear the clinking of bells
And soft thudding sounds
Then I see a young boy and his herd of cows
Passing by that old mango tree

I am shrinking in the loneliness of the evening
Wondering about that old hut
Of the people that live in
I am told that there also lives a woman
Whose wisdom is as old as that mango tree

Evening turns into darkness
I gaze into the sky proud of its shimmering sparkles
Yet the lone flickering light from that hut
Is more beckoning to me
I sit and watch charmed into eternity