Wandering in the garb of greenery,
I found solace of a different kind.
Trees swaying to a music of their own...
Eco-es resonated in the dales.
The Hills had an inbuilt music of their own.
Man has let it stay untouched and unblemished.
Each hill singing its own saga.
A story never said before.
Sporadic inhabitants here and there.
Tourists in numbers thronging there.
I hope not, would they live .
Nature at its splendor to gasp for breath.
Longed to stay admits the lap of Nature.
Far away from the prosaic touch of life.
To slip into hours of solitude.
So that I could contemplate my deeds.
A question arose from the deep recesses of the heart.
Was there a role made for each one of us.
Invisible stings of bindings...summons.
I long for a reversal of roles.
The music unheard and unsung mesmerizes me.
I stand rooted to my spot.
Though duty calls me back.
Something binds me unawares.
I found solace of a different kind.
Trees swaying to a music of their own...
Eco-es resonated in the dales.
The Hills had an inbuilt music of their own.
Man has let it stay untouched and unblemished.
Each hill singing its own saga.
A story never said before.
Sporadic inhabitants here and there.
Tourists in numbers thronging there.
I hope not, would they live .
Nature at its splendor to gasp for breath.
Longed to stay admits the lap of Nature.
Far away from the prosaic touch of life.
To slip into hours of solitude.
So that I could contemplate my deeds.
A question arose from the deep recesses of the heart.
Was there a role made for each one of us.
Invisible stings of bindings...summons.
I long for a reversal of roles.
The music unheard and unsung mesmerizes me.
I stand rooted to my spot.
Though duty calls me back.
Something binds me unawares.
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