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A Walk In The Forest

A Walk In The Forest

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Past the emerald lawn, pearled with dew drops

Beyond the weather-beaten picket fence

Lies a narrow well-trodden trekking trail

Lazily snaking into the forest


A path I amble on every morning

The beckoning tree-line is the gateway

To the primeval dense temperate woods

The hush here has its own cacophony


Red, blue and yellow flashes from the tops

The resplendent trees are playing Holi*

Colors they hide in their thick foliage

Take feathery wings and make chirping sounds


Greens sieve the sunlight, turn it to gold dust

Glitters glides, slips through your open fingers

I sit, soak the peaceful tranquillity

Wish to grow roots too, live here forever.


*Holi-Festival of colors.


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