Journey beyond

Somewhere on the journey, near the banyan tree
I meet this perfect stranger in a colored headgear
That sits heavily on his head, his legs swathed
In silken dress-cloth, his torso decked in camphor.
I see him come riding on a horse, sword in hand.
I decide to join him aloft, in the journey beyond
And now as I look back in the hoof-dust of his horse
My village becomes a mere blur in the blue hills.

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