POEM: Looking from far

Ranganatha Sitaram

Sitting in my study

Looking out of the French window

I watch the nearby hills

Dwarfed by the grand Andes.

.

I see the setting sun lighting up

The rolling hills

And the snow-clad mountains

Ever so variously and luxuriously.

.

As I watch, I see little

Cars on those winding roads

Pass over the hills

Like ants over ant-hills.

.

The rumblings and rants 

Are lost from far

Leaving you the pleasures 

Of observing their slow, silent crawls.

.

Not unlike the swans that

Waddle frantically beneath 

Water but appear 

Graceful above.

.

Frenzy for one

Is tranquility for another.

Harmony here

Is cacophony there. 

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