Now that life is a bizarre world,

Our senses have been tightly furled.

We fail to notice the plain simplicities,

That dwell in these towns and cities.

Undiscovered, unnoticed, or blandly ignored,

This salient nothingness does want to be adored.

Only by patient ears can a rustle be heard,

As if the leaves exchange a crispy word.

And the greener grasses and bluer skies,

Can only be admired by eager eyes.

And solace can be found amidst this daze,

It just needs a hint of poise and a heart full of Praise

  • Pakhi









A Sagittarian in love with words...

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