Dolce Far Niente
THE BENCH BY THE LAKE
In the cold fall morning,
the bench by the bay lies empty,
do I vision what the bench envisions?
in the vast scenario of nature.
The sight from the bench must be enchanting,
it must be wonderful to watch flock of geese and ducks frolicking,
the sight of mist rising from the lake and meeting the skies must be subliming;
the colorful aura of the sunrise and sunset must be stunning.
The echoes of the music around the lake bench would be exalting,
The chirp of birds and the buzz of bees must be entertaining,
The music of creeks and crackle of children must be soothing,
The sound of wind fluttering the colorful sails must be exciting.
The scent around the bench must be tantalizing,
The smell of perfume of eucalyptus and pine must be stimulating,
The aroma of variety of food must be appetizing,
The fragrance of cherry blossoms and flowers must be enticing.
The bench is always anxiously waiting,
To give a place to rest to the weary and the tired,
The bench is always ready to embrace,
The engravings of throbbing hearts which long to be tied.
The bench gleefully adores the bonding of moms and infants,
It cheerfully watches the hugs and kisses of admiring lovers,
It reflects on the life's reflection of graying couples,
It waits to share the joys and pains of many lives.
Copyright © Jay Narain | Year Posted 2023
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