Monday, September 28, 2009

sauntering hills

nothing's of much consequence
nothing's so dear
nothing's everything
but nature supreme.

as serene as a ghost
draped in a white mist
as reassuringly calm
as feels a safe toddler
clutching his parent's fingers.

a beauteous blanket
of love and hope
an undulating landscape
of peace and tranquility
nothing's so enchanting
as the rainfed hills
in the grayish of the monsoon noon.

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