Let me move to the countryside; or little into the wild
In search of new emotions and the faces that don’t look alike
My soul feels captive in this jungle of concrete
Each breath I breathe with lots of scuffle and fret
No stories to write; no poems to recite
All are rushing to reach nowhere in sight
No moment to rest or laugh or to love
Everyone is worried, hurried and stressed!
Take me to the fields, mountains or the seas
Oh! Just take me away from the cities
A shady tree, a little shack and a river flowing down the track
Nothing much do I need few birds some butterflies
Flowers, grass and the wind passing by
There I’ll sit under my tree writing stories full of life!
© 2018 Charu Gupta and Potpourri of life.
Charu 