Restitution

These long walks – are partly the reason

Of my being sane

Kind of a restitution – you know, rebuilding

The bare, torn sinews

Tonight, I walk

Along a stony trail

Through the dark woods

I have heard it reaches a glorious mountain - distant, blue and green

Plaintive as I may sound,

believe me

this is my usual tone

and I am not necessarily sad

And the mountain,

It may just hold the

Panacea

.

Anant Dhavale

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