Manisha Bharti

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Lekhny composition -02-Feb-2023

The hammock sways ever so slowly In the gentle breeze Of a hot summer afternoon As I, lost in reverie, gaze up At the bright blue patches of sky Intermingled with the lacy leaves Of the towering camphor trees Whose branches arch over me In a protective embrace,

And all the while, wistful dreams Flit in and out of my mind
When -
With a whir of wings, A scrub jay lands at my feet On the wooden slat of the hammock Casting an inquisitive eye, He hops closer still, Looking for company, I suppose, Then off he flies without so much
As an adieu
To fetch a drink from the fountain And then, he is gone - Leaving a sense of solitude in his Stead.

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6 Comments

sunanda

11-Feb-2023 06:44 PM

nice

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Abhinav ji

03-Feb-2023 08:28 AM

Very nice 👍

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Joseph Matthew

03-Feb-2023 12:13 AM

nice

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