( ( (Pictures taken last year, at Ranchi )
I have seen the sun in different, distant lands,
By the shining sands of the Coromondal,
Behind the lush green Sahyadris,
In the lap of the looming Himalayas.
And behind the rugged Aravallis.
I have seen him rise and fall,
The energy of a million atom bombs rolled into one,
The mythical procreator of Karna,
The Lord of power and valour.
I have felt his heat in the scorching summer days,
And his warmth on gentle winter afternoons,
And now on the windswept terrain of the Chhotanagpur plateau,
I feel his sublime presence once again.