From a large tree to a bench ,
In infinite memoirs I wrench.

Gustly winds and heavy rains,
Sunny days and warm smiles
all seen time and again .

The geniel exuberance echoes elegance,
Nothingness is never in vain ,
With typified modesty my poise I retain .

Sharing each happiness sorrow and grief ,
sometimes loneliness in brief,
Peace of mind and quietness then creeps .

Clouds edged with pink and gold ,
through sunrise and sunsets many a stories unfold ,
As many as I befriend , there is a brief encounter and then the end .

I stay my ground ,
Left with a vast emptiness but hope profound ,
I wait for the next company around .

© Mrunalini.D.Nimbalkar