चित्तवृत्ति - Cittavrtti - Meditation
The Mahout dreams of his elephant. The Elephant dreams of his freedom.
अंकुश - Ankusha
No howdah now, and no mahout. No circus ring.
I’m moving out to marsh and field, to kin and kind.
No armored sheath to fight your war. No sharpened tusk.
I’m moving sore toward forest damp, in musth maligned.
I’ll shake the memory of the past, the sorrow
Cast to times endured, not carried blind into the wild
The life preferred, the freedom held.
The verdant dreaming of my feral mind.
