The Story Teller

Sitting on the library step

an old man enthrall'd our hearts

with tales of mystic east.

Hour after hour he wove his spell

till we, enrapt'

marvelled at the tales his eyes'd tell.

Japan, and blood red suns,

golden skies, giant drums -

all were there in tales of mystic east.

Now, I know not what he said

nor how he looks, that old man,

but for 30 long years I've marvell'd

at the tales his eyes'd tell.

22nd December 1988

Guhyloka solitary