A clear day and no omens.
Wisps of thin high cloud,
A cold light easterly wind.
Walking in sunshine
Eastward down the grid road
Chanting Gayatri mantra,
Singing Shiva's song,
I am serene for once.
Though the outer world howls
And trembles in fear,
Though one day I may
Say this was the eye of the storm,
Here, now,
On the fourteenth day of March
I am walking in sunshine.
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