Then I just waited to grow some wings
Prospect of discovery made my heart a flute
I let myself be carried merrily to swing
It has been ages, said my mind unsure
Waxing n waning has me tired and worn
When did I myself truly unwind
My shroud of soul now sullied and torn
I have forgotten, it tells me yet again
To enjoy life's little things much inane
If I let go, if I let it go too far
Won't it open the wounds in vane!
Then ahead I saw the winding road
The waves of ocean patting the rocks
With water in puddles and leaves afloat
Mimicking a tug on little child's frock
Come on, come on; keep the pace
Don't let the yesterdays drift you in maze
The rows of vines beckoning to slow down
Walking a path unknown in a daze
The clouds kept changing size and shapes
Those dried up hills and rolled up hay
Brushing scenery clear, my eyes agaze
Told me to keep my sorrows at bay
There a solitary rabbit, here a herd o' horse;
Adorning nature's cope like handmade morse *
It seems all surreal like dreaming a dream
Inside my heart, it's reality enforced
Narrating intact in depiction of life
Is this all real or just a fictional flight !
Stopping the shadows from encroaching the bright
Beauty of nature seems afflicted slight
This toussel to win and lose and win
Has kept the hopes from getting too dim
Will the end be poetic or just a precise prose
For only to nature, belongs a devout hymn
Manjari
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