In silent footsteps, I followed a day br to find its origin from the doorways br of a night of amends, br climbed on a mountain's forehead br tossed in hand a cluster of clouds br chiseled a few rays from the shimmer br of dawn, rinsed my mind in one br mountain stream, searched br for its origin in one splendid foothill br followed the riverbeds on earthern clay pots br painted a fusion on its golden sand banks br played on its wing a solo of Jaltharang br and followed its pathways to reach br one ocean of grace.... br I followed the ocean from its shore br to shore to clasp in hand the end br of horizon and there I find in surprise br no end or beginning for a day or br for river......