To a nameless hill near Thotlakonda

The moment sat between us
like a table clothed
by a listless sky,
sea water turns
this empty beach into glass
reflecting your wilderness
like some past;
of your eagle eyries
and wild palms
soon there will be no history
as tourists drive up you
for a hotel with a view
unknowing, child-like
the seas of time will
still swish in, to take away
whatever remains
of the silences
that were once simply wild.