And All I See
Life, where I grew up
Had quite often a rainy day
Life there thrives in a riverine canvas
And people are amicable and friendly. I may say.
Life, where I grew up
Had the turns of a long, long story
Some are puzzling, some understood
Often the story had a lot to say about past of glory.
Life, where I grew up
A sky was wearing a golden saree, then
With rosebuds, white flowers in a braided hair.
Words of life were too easy to say.
Life, where I grew up
Thrived in a meaningful and reserved way, in serene
All are not a poet, but some are though
People mingled in nature, and nature touched heaven.
Perhaps, isolation is a term getting familiar, now
Feelings of loneliness, together in a journey, for many
Recognition of this is not easy to cope up though
And I was looking for a sky, a helpless, lonely soul in me
And all I see is a beautiful, meticulous, ever-generous sky!
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