near or far,
Trapped in the crowd amidst or wandering blissfully around...
Immaterial of the distance ,
I can hear well when it calls for me in need,
As this is my place indeed..!
The place which nurtured me like soil for root,
walking on its streets barefoot still makes me feel so good.
After half a score i am back in the cozy surrounding again,
Grinning warmly as the time has swung back with a sweet disdain...
The old bunyan tree stands the same way,
it was before a time stay.
and memories around its shady gloom are on full bloom,
The sweet essence of moist air,makes me recall every cheer,
when my naut was oon top gears,
making pals of mine envy of its flair.
Desserted is the "small park" of town,
broken swings and damaged see-saws.
once upon a time they fantasized kids of being upon a horse back or flying like a bird in the clouds.
Look here i was so deeply lost in the ambience of this place divine,
didn't even realise when i tasted a drop of brine.
Day has passed off and dusk has arrived,
dangling of prayer bells are on high in the "mountain temple" beside the river parin.
the river is sullen and deep,
anxious to reach its saline destiny without a leap.
so is the life of mortals indeed..each passes across different phase in so many ways,
but end up finally in the same place..
leaving to wail alone those....whom they once did find close.
beautiful :)
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