Garden Walk

Garden Walk

April 11, 2007

Defense Colony, Bangalore

Tall trees spread their overarching arms

Entwined, almost love locked

Over walk ways blessed with shades

For morning people, in group or alone

Young and old, beautiful and plain

Shapely and spread, tall and thin

Short and stout

Brisk and slow

Ears plugged with earphones

Firmly plugging out

World ahead and behind,

Programmed, orbit like shadows.

Birds jump from twig to twig

At will sipping flower nectar.

Joyously they chirp

and sing their music own

Their ears not plugged

Like that of the crowd below.

Isn’t this sad, God?

In green ambience

Invigorated with fresh air

Cool shades and lofty landscape green

People can be so mean

Paying dancing and singing birds no heed

Eyes not savoring serene trees

Their sun-bathed golden leaves

Stately curved trunks as if

With still Bharatnatyam pose

With slow motioned

Fan-like fingered branches

Clad with beautiful palm leaves

All choreographed with each gale

Willing to kiss whosoever them touch

Fragrant Harsingar flowers descend one by one

Not disturbing birds’ music notes.

Don’t Yee see and wish,

they all seem say, good morning

To every leave and every flower

To each bird and each fellow walker?

A graceful smile from an elderly face

A silver smile from a gorgeous girl

An outreaching well-meaning hello

From a young man

Can make a marvelous band

You play and we play

For a wonderful day

Beginning from a garden bay

Wouldn’t you all for this pray?