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Nothing but the fresh breath of pines, and squirrels sneaking cones

Open spaces, golden grass singing, call a knapsack laden me, 

To experience nothingness whilst on a hilly trail.

How pleasurable it is to shrug of the city and its 


Instead I follow my heart, watch the snow leopard’s path

Notice there’s little beside me except cheer,

and nature’s bonhomie

Gleefully, I embrace the vagabond’s path to touch clouds stars and God’s infinity.

Mumtaz N Khorakiwala


Picture courtesy: Lachland Dempsey


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