I still dream of my father crossing the pastures on his one-eyed tractor mowing acres of sorrow heading east of a moon that'll be gone tomorrow turning one last time as if to say: so long my son there’s going to be days of sunshine and plenty more of rain as he went along his way, and my sadness waved back like grain in fields of long past summers and summers before that, so long a time ago I can remember only on lonely nights of heat lightning and the low rumble of distant thunder.
A nice surprise on this Monday evening. Thank you all very much for your reading and very nice comments. Please know that I appreciate all of you and your kind words. Thank you.
* To Ravinder Kumar Soni: Opinion entitled to and noted. Thanks for taking the time to read.