Thursday, July 30, 2015


You move with the wind and flow with the river,
This habitat has engulfed my soul,
I can feel my thoughts and the words within,
And the pristine loam took me to its world.

I slept by the tree with curious life around,
Some endangered and few in abundance;
I saw love everywhere and in the marine,
The moonlight and the stars swayed.

I celebrated life once again,
And the aura I carry back with me;
Returning home was always a compulsion for survival;
From that wilderness to this concrete jungle.

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