Digambara
©June 3rd, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
The trees judge all things.
Moral arbiters of men,
Breathing quietly.
The sky pouring light,
Cloud-blue, and indifferent,
Rolls around the earth.
Standing there, quite free
Shameless and glad, he drinks air,
The sky enfolds him.
Sky-clad, he stands tall.
Chancing upon him, in fright,
Woman and dog flee.
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