A Sylvan Retreat
A Sylvan Retreat
Amid Sylvan setting
Sitting with a friend, speaking
Silence in between.
Seeking answers for
Questions of life and yonder
Puzzling mind-bender.
Buoyed by the boon
To the Lord did he croon
By the wordsmith's word
In the heart struck a chord
Over the moon in the afternoon
The hustle of the wind
The rustle of the leaves
The sound of the wilderness
Letters cohabiting in the mind
Words get delivered
To the rhythm of poetry.
A Mynah gliding through
Babblers creating a ruckus
A distant peacock cawing
Gentle golden rays of the evening Sun
Nature’s ambiance, untold munificence
This moment part of life too!
The questions, one shall keep aside
This moment is for one to be fully alive
The benediction, nature’s sanction.