Passing by

It was not so cold,

The sun spread through the sky

Highlighting the soft cotton clouds;

They were enjoying their sojourn, I thought

A whiff in the air and they will be gone.

I was walking in the garden

An indolent vacation walk

Oftentimes I come to places

Yet to figure in websites

And this, where I am walking now

Is certainly not the one that’d attract tourists.

Albeit it has all the beauty, with this pristine brook

Passing by.

I saw a dancing line, from far, coming closer

I hid myself behind a huge tree

Whose barks and branches would defeat history

What could it be!

Slowly, after about a quarter of an hour

The line appeared as ladies carrying earthen pots

I have seen this many times on the screen

There were times when someone hid like me

Never so thrilled to plant, I saw them comfortable

Talking to themselves, bathing,

The pots as onlookers, waiting to be filled in a while

They placed those earthen things in a line

Audience!

I heard them blabber, I heard them snicker

I watched their demeanor in absolute awe

For once I forgot to point out a flaw.

And soon it was time for them to leave

Like those transient clouds hanging in disbelief,

I looked at the sunny smiling sky

I thanked my stars to witness this humor

For bringing me to this graceful nowhere.

I was stationed there to watch the sight

The tender line danced, in rhythm disappeared

In love with the moment my heart wandered

The sky was smiling, shining bright.