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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