the bouganvilleas hung low
with its paper thin pink petals reaching out
The psyche was content
yet something inside beckoned
'Go take a look'
the path was shamelessly muddy
strewn on it were little wildflowers
in myriad colours
the foliages abound
monsoon is around
the cuckoo never tires of crooning
its melody mingling with the spaces in the woods
which you feel like chasing...
fragrance of the wet earth
merges in the whiff of the misty air
the vault of heaven
loosens itself of murkiness
there... the drizzles
find their way
they are the masters of the day..
earth is a rich carpet
resplendent in her hues
no time to rue
Nature's extravagance
gives a feeling of abundance
I wonder would I feel the same
with a copious bank balance ??
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