This poem is inspired by W.H. Davies’ poem LEISURE
I was heading towards soul destruction
in a mad rush,
heaven knows for what reason
while every grass was green
the sky blue,
rivers and stream meandering
in a lively dance.
All on a sudden I had to stop
for a little squirrel intending to hide its groundnut
got on my way.
I had to stop as the little nut grew into a ‘Stop’ sign.
The nut was originally a key
to the treasure trove of Nature.
Oh what wealth She had!
I was Ali Baba.
and the work place, like the forty thieves
dissolved into nothingness.
No it’s not a dream.
It did happen to me.
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