Words can create magic and I want to get lost in them for some part of each day.

April 7, 2011

The Trail.

It was a happy trail of Childhood days
It gave me  myriad ways
Of transporting myself  to a mysterious world
Where between thick tree trunks -mossy, emerald
Grew wild flowers and tall grass -
A splendid refuge for a  lonesome lass.
Everything -a forlorn Ruin  ;
Sparkling Kingfisher diving in-
the muddy canal ,buzzing with insects 
Or a Rhesus monkey with disdainful aspect
A flight of peacock ,a sudden stream ;
A glint of Colour,a dancing sunbeam.
Were my secret sources of Wonder and Joy
My ploys for Adventure Ahoy!


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