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who swept their dust
under your red carpet of dreams
who found your tenderness
an annoyance
a nuisance to their shallow well

when the day ends too late
so that you may enjoy boundless escape
and awaken early to savor the Sun
it is time to call me
in your silent way
I will feel you
trembling in your longing solitude
wishing in your singular heart
for one who knows the meaning
behind your beautiful smile
the reasons for your tender tears

I wait in hope and secret scenes
silent but alive
walking in fields that we create
dancing to music
that never ends
breathing the love that we never lost

peer from your window this next lonely night
scan the canvas of the universe
choose one star that shines above all others
close your eyes
and call me
04/06 - slightly revised
i touched your soul
and scribbled my name on it
love, you’ll never get lost again
Through the country paths, I lazily loitered,
watching Nature in its changing hue
straying farther into the interiors,
sundry and sublime vistas came into view.

in response to zephyr’s warm embrace,
the silvery leaves joyously fluttered.
the bees busied themselves collecting pollen
and birds on tree tops merrily chattered

it was the *** end of verdant spring.
summer’s sun stood behind my head.
bleat of sheep was heard from far.
‘Good day to you’….. Someone said.

There stood on the hill, a boy around fifteen
obviously he was of tribal breed.
with a beaming smile, he greeted me
but on walking to him, he ran like a steed

I saw him disappear behind the trees
and enter into a hut tiny as a nest
he lived in the lap of Mother Nature,
far from the city and its sooty dust

being coaxed, he hesitantly came out.
my tone of assurance and pleasing smile,
seemed to have won his confidence
as to a friend, he shared his eventful tale.

pointing to the sheep grazing in the *****,
he said, he earned a living caring the flock.
he stayed in the woods all day long,
feeding and tending his master’s sheep.

from dawn to dusk, through woods and meads,
he leads his sheep, calling them by their name.
un vexed, with simple pleasures he is content
and with a nomad’s life, he seems to be tame

he said, at home he has his invalid mother.
bringing her back to health is his mission in life
on referring to his mother, I watched his eyes glitter
nothing other than her illness posed to him a strife

from every utterance, I could sense his filial love.
even in abundance, while shadows line many faces,
on his visage, hope lingered as a dancing flame
to me he seemed above many, rich in other graces!

While parting, I handed him a little money
pausing unbelievably, with moist eyes
he accepted it, when a breeze passed caressing us
as if over a kind gesture, Nature seemed to rejoice!
This was written sometime ago based on a real incident with a sprinkle of imagination ! The boy with his cheerful disposition in the face of adversities continues to be an inspiring memory!
thought to self...

Wonder if i'm any good at poetry.... hmmm...

Ah well just keep trying
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