Being With Nature
Nostalgia drove me to my ancestral home
The air there was infused with scent of Frangipani
At twilight vermillion rays made the water so
flying mockingbirds made ripples
with droppings on the pellucid river
Some trees bent down with fruits so luscious
The only sound that broke the tranquil
Came from the menagerie
Poor animals made noises
Wanting desperately their release.
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