Jaunt  and jaunty



Switzerland's
white  ice  sheet
perhaps  may
give  you
­a  big  jaunt.
Not  Swiss  Bank.


A  mother's
birthday  party
ma­y  bring  party
may   bring  tear
for  to

psychological  washing.


  That  may  not
j­ust jaunt to   her
father's    home.




A   heart  became
jaunty
when  you  throw
a  flower to
my body.



A heartless
body  can  not
bring  jaunty  life
never  in my
future  life.

I won’t bother much, my friend
Whether it’s a secret treasure hunt,
Pilgrimage to the mountain shrine
Or just a jaunt along the scenic trrrain
There certainly would be surprises
Experiences to lighten one’s steps
Meet many otherwise I won’t see
Unless I chose this one journey through
Prestine roads that kept their character intact.
Rubbing shoulders with folks
Keeping abreast of their stories,
Shaking  hands with people with heart!
Each face is deeply etched in my memory!
After parakeets I ran,wondered  at
The  rainbow  colors on butterfly wings!
Orchids had a blend of fragrance and magical colors.
Once at a stop a girl sat with me,
And credling my heart told stories  of ethereal experiences,
I still trudge,pollen from flowers
make me look like
A bee in search of honey of a rare blend!