Life

Fruits and flowers hanging on every branch,

Playing on swings,

Talking, chatting, laughing; Ha!

Soft breeze, a little older, is giving the push

From outside, to all the parts…

Giggling ripples in instalments,

With their teeth open wide,

Immobility enchanted…

Outside with the inside,

All engrossed in the game,

Colorful flyers,of different shapes and sizes

Singing with them, to them

With and without sounds

In different tunes and pitches;

Some flowers and fruits have fallen from the branches,

Are caressing the earth;

All colours have merged voluntarily into

An affectionate black shadow…

Underneath

A traveller resting, ruminating;

In this place of luminous benevolence of Energy,

Life finds its space!