Evening sun warm
Upon my old aching bones
Green tea from the East
Pilgrim soul at rest
Summer sun shines on my step
Now seems far enough
Too old to wander
Yet this summer breeze stirs me
Gypsy in my soul
I have seen such scenes
As sun rises on jungles
Seen the Hornbill fly
Listened to the Gibbon’s calls
Like birdsong among the trees
Copyright © Res Burman 11th June 2018
Copyright © Res Burman 11th June 2018