The Gir lion

The lion turns head back for a moment
As it walks into the shadows of a future.
Kierkegard would look backwards to see
The future endlessly tied up with the past.

You cross a lion’s tracks towards future
In the dark shadows of the Sasangir forest
That hold its vast tracts of past futures.
The cowherds who live in the forest there
Spot a calm understanding in a lion’s eyes
As it looks back each time it walks past.

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Retired banker with poetry and photography as chief interests
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