The Walk
By Subhash Mehtani On 19 June 2013 In India
I took the road to nowhere, for I have never traced its entire length. No matter how much I walk, it seems to never end.
The grass is green where birds do hop, where dogs sleep and cows graze. The crows sit on the wet branches, their leaves heavy with droplets from last night.
Brown Ducks, they swim in circles, while… those in white call for attention. The clouds are dark and the lake glitters, water flows and is no more still.
People walk in silence, for in silence is so much to hear. Some run, some sit and watch, I just choose to walk.
It rains, a very friendly rain.
The grass is green where birds do hop, where dogs sleep and cows graze. The crows sit on the wet branches, their leaves heavy with droplets from last night.
Brown Ducks, they swim in circles, while… those in white call for attention. The clouds are dark and the lake glitters, water flows and is no more still.
People walk in silence, for in silence is so much to hear. Some run, some sit and watch, I just choose to walk.
It rains, a very friendly rain.
