Auroville Haiku

All this day

Smiles of strangers

Warm me as the Indian sun.

Red earth roads,

Golden discs

And gardens hanging in the air.

I see children,

Children of children

Whose parents were my juniors then.

Weathered stones,

Rocklike handshakes

Forged in the Auroville sun.

Out of the red-clay

Laterite

How silently the forest springs.