A.J.Rao's photojournal
In my childhood my moon hid behind the coconut tree . A skyscraper in America now hides it !
Thursday, April 28, 2005
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Monday, April 25, 2005
The mountains and my ancestors 
These mountains had existed
When my ancestors had lived
They had roamed their risky ridges
Their tall silhouettes scurrying for cover
When dark silences echoed in the hollows
A silky sky touched the mountaintop
While fluffy cotton clouds had cast
Diaphanous shadows on their flanks
In the unblinking moments of my eyes
They saw my foolish childhood
in knickers, asking silly questions
These were the very questions
That were asked by my ancestors
Who wore foolish togas and thought
They mastered the mountains end to end.

These mountains had existed
When my ancestors had lived
They had roamed their risky ridges
Their tall silhouettes scurrying for cover
When dark silences echoed in the hollows
A silky sky touched the mountaintop
While fluffy cotton clouds had cast
Diaphanous shadows on their flanks
In the unblinking moments of my eyes
They saw my foolish childhood
in knickers, asking silly questions
These were the very questions
That were asked by my ancestors
Who wore foolish togas and thought
They mastered the mountains end to end.

























