Sunday Poem By Rudrapriya Sen

A stroll through beauty

Look at the clouds as they gently sway,
making the path for somebody’s way.
The misty road glistens and glows,
as the wind swiftly blows.
Am I afraid? No, never.
This is the most beautiful sight ever.
Wild flowers of different shades, richly they bloom,
making me forget all about the daily gloom.
My home, my shelter, is so very far
But my heart lives where these things are.
The forest tells me I have nothing to fear,
Nothing here can cause me to shed a tear.
Happily, I dance my way through this beauty,
not bothered about my chores or my duty.