Some holidays are so filled with Peace,
That you take a seat, quiet, opposite of me,
As both of us, on cane chairs, recline, relax,
Talks we don't make, only we hear each other,
Our beating hearts, as they spake,
And chirps of birds we get too, coming to us,

We don't talk, for our talks we keep aside,
Driven by the serene green, we just listen us,
Trying to make out, what is that that creates
Everything , this sprawling green, this air, this earth,
We sit quiet looking at us, holding the birth
Of our Love , much like our origin, from where
We go out , spreading, flowering, catching morn's air.

(*Note: the photograph attached was taken by me, once, while holidaying)


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