SPIRIT TALKS

The loving mind of mine

Roams in the ravine

Touching the beauty

Of nature i. e. ecstasy.

Farther and farther

My age moves swifter

Pushing back my back

Zeals taking me aback.

Springs' murmuring

Birds' chirpings and bees'

Humming reminds me

My evergreens juvenility.

Time and tide wait for

None amid the Universe

Still, there is romanticism

In my heart without loss.

Century and modernity

Put no impact on the mind

Though sexagenarian

Guy, I feel self-evergreen.

Amateur Net doesn't put

Me in the dungeon of disgrace

Rather makes me gracefully

Vigilant over my own spirit.

Woods and nature's love

Drag me on to the zenith

Of tranquility making me a

Well maintainer of sanity.

While modern hue and cry

Turns me puzzled around

Then the solitary woods

Ever rejuvenate my spirits.