‘THE RIVER SHORE’
‘THE RIVER SHORE’
On a warm December noon,
Near a small zoo of Baboon;
Sitting idle like loon,
Staring around, eating a prune.
After a breakfast convene,
Was just relaxing near a river;
Understanding that the nature was not mean,
The way waves deliver.
Trying to play with delight,
And taking shore rocks out of sight;
I was slivering the sand to roughly draw,
River, erasing it all with its wet claw.
On an enormous rock I was looking with awe,
After a while, over it sits a jacksaw;
Having a glance in a second all around,
Then flies and sits on a higher ground.
I wonder how free they are,
Then too, they have tasted all life’s sweet & sour.
Just thinking about all this,
Mother calls!
As I was sprint walking, my sorrow was popping and leaking out of my shoes,
Thinking of the one more precious chance to meet, praise and appreciate nature that I have lost.
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