• angel__anchal 10w

    A walk

    The rythemic octave flows
    As the wind of music blows
    Takes swoon of even a loon
    And cures the ailment soon

    The song of nature
    Hearing as I venture
    Through the green lane
    Forgetting all pain

    Of the morose life
    As the hills blow fife
    Longing for a miracle
    To vanish all speckle

    Of sadness, misunderstandings
    And carving beautiful bondings
    Lily, jasmine, rose, marigold
    Sang chorous with a tune so bold

    Making me sing on pace
    And exploring smile on my face
    Made me pal once again
    And I forgot all my pain........


    "Freinds nature is the best companion"
    ©angel__anchal