On my evening walk
The grass strewn with flowers
My attention does block
Till I look up at our towers
Out on his walk
Is a cute pet dog
Who sniffs one and all
Then tries to chase a ball
The cute little girls
Hairs in bands or curls
Skip with their rope
And are too merry to mope
While the boys on their bikes
Take rounds, and ring their bell
To move out from their path
Is what they are trying to tell
The crows do caw and fly
Never are they still
While the pigeons are still cooing
On the grass, and window sill
Face wrapped up in masks
Some gardeners do their tasks
The grass in its green glory
Speaks a scenic story
The sky is full of clouds
Hastily racing past
The grey laden ones
Do soon their shadow cast
After our walk we take a break
And sit to view the scene
Though the kids are still shrieking
We now feel quite serene
Welcome to Crescent bay
And take a little stroll
You will forget all the sorrows
That have taken quite a toll
So in its peace do bask
Even if wearing a mask
Relax and quit your sorrows
For there will be brighter morrows.
- Author: safina (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 20th, 2024 01:21
- Comment from author about the poem: living in, and loving our present gated society in the heart of Mumbai - this was written when Covid was in its last stage
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