I once sat at a table by the windowsill,
Watching the Dodo chirping a song,
Lightly perched on the branch of Magnolia.
A sense of peace pervaded and
Words poured out gently.
A song was born.
Another day, the pitter-patter raindrops
And the fragrance of the first showers
On the parched mud…spurred out a sense of
Sanctity and I did not want more…
I did not want less.
Yet another day, I was driving on the grey
Tar road, sans the usual heavy traffic…
Towards the pink sky at the sunset.
I took a deep breath…
The rainbow marking lightly the sky
I thanked God for nature’s panorama.

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