Scent of the Lost Land
Cities have grown fast in all directions,
used for construction, green thickets aren’t seen.
I’m in concrete jungle of dejection,
a dug up tree, I miss emerald sheen.
I wish to go back where I had once been.
I recall the hamlet where I was born,
childhood memories are pictures I see,
jade tapestry I found the fields adorn.
Land and sky made pair of rapture for me,
I absorbed nature’s elements with glee.
After hot summer when the first rains fell,
the parched land exhaled the scent of drenched earth,
soaked me with nature’s whiff I loved to smell.
The scent still wafts in me, knowing its worth,
I’ll be in the lost land in my next birth.
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July 6, 2022
Theme chosen : Nature
Syllable count : 10 per line
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Rhyme checked at Rhymezone.com
Contest : It's All About Three Q's
Sponsored by : Constance La France
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2022
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