WITH AN IMPULSIVE WHIM
With an impulsive whims
Of my nomadic heart
Barefoot i stepped
On the dew studded grass
In an autumn sunup
First time after a long, perhaps
A sudden stimulation run through me
And i started tap in delight
Amidst the melody of bird’s drivel
And the broadened curve on my face
Next Moment I heard
The whispers of mother earth
An eternal yarning for my touch
The feelings then resonated in me too
Next moment
Calm I become,
From a restless being
As if a serene breeze steamed through my vein
I was then
Left with a wondering thought
When was the last time?
I had the magical pat
I have been drifting away from her
Along with life and with its norm
Forgotten I the rhyme of feel
The warmth of mother and her touch
As i rested myself
In her mysterious lap
I felt...even i was longing for it too
Without my notice though
We must get in touch with mother and mother earth. There is surely a magic in their touch, pat & lap.
Nice..
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