with your knees folded
when you sit below a beautiful tree
and a river nearby
and when there are pastures quiet
near a beautiful scene,
of which you are part of,
when you think almost nothing,
or a few things like old memories
of lost love,
when you gained more than you lost,
when you look at the sky's unending charm,
and the beauty this world offers,
when you imagine how it would be,
if i were a child,
innocent and forgiving and loving,
when you just sit and feel,
the winds singing in tune with your face,
and you laugh and cry with yourself,
and feel one with the world,
while think and don't think together,
when you think like that,
you think of nothing,
but JOY.....
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2 comments:
jus one question.....is it necessary to fold our knees.....coz i dnt want to sit i want to sleep below a beautiful tree :P
it was a 'joy' to read this poem!!!:) u have penned ur imagination wid simple n sweet words in a beautiful way...
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