Lying
on languid grass under the tree
Watching
the nearby streams hum
Grasshopper
hopping over bushes
Cricket
singing in lost wilderness
Why
the urge to get up and ploy?
Why to
lift the bag and hit road?
To
head for the ruthless city
To
give up peace for deafening life
Counting
drops melt from candle
Listening
to tangy stories of stars
Breathing
scarlet roses in backyard
Rhododendrons swaying with Gulmohar
But
far off land sheepishly harks
To
return where it all starts
Chase
waves again on longish seas
Till ship
embarks on placid shores
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