Was the tree’s constant companion
Bringing tales from far countries
Of poppy flowers and powdery snow,
streets of rhyme and hearts of stone
Of fevered whispers and ebony eyes
Filling his mind with longing
for something more than ships and storms
the tree disappeared
they say it was uprooted by the wind.
The sea smiles on hearing this
He had escaped from the ties
that bound him to the earth
Now he roamed free
hand in hand with the sea.
(Location : Kochi; Kerala)