To lie down on uncut
grass
Resting under the
shade of a tree
Savouring a few moments of leisure
When my weary soul is
wanton and free.
Isolated from the sea
of humanity
Away from the
cacophony of voices
A crooning cuckoo,
somewhere around
The rustling of leaves - the only noises.
A canopy of clouds, a
gentle breeze
A few showers of rain
to follow
Filling up the pores
of my empty life
Withered, sunken and essentially
hollow.
No friend to love, no
foe to hate
For solitude and
peace, I crave
A mirage, a distant
dream it seems
I
guess, will have to wait for my grave.
(Anurag)
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