Sunday Poem By Anjali Denandee, Mom


A cackle of geese join us.

We walk on a ground,

And discuss

About the pollution of sound.

Their white color is gorgeous.

We complete our round.

The green grasshoppers hop and hop…


These are in their game.

At this time, the geese eat them.

The nature is cruel or kind –

I do not realize it in my mind.

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