The touch of cold wind, The gentle tree’s rough bark, The smiling face of flowers, The sunrays in the dark. The aroma of freshness, The drums of sile
The aroma of freshness,
The drums of silence,
The chirping of birds,
The distance from violence.
The smell of fresh earth,
The passing of a cloud,
The voice of my soul,
Today I hear loud.
The happiness of hot water,
Self-time that cannot be bought,
Good food for the stomach,
Not just stomach, food for thought.
The lightening of the burdens,
Feeling your lips smile,
Forgetting assignments and worries,
Finding the happiness file.
There was something missing earlier,
Maybe I lost me,
In the race for worldly belongings,
All else went under lock and key.
You need to do different in life,
Enough truths, now take a dare,
For what is this life if full of care,
If we have no time to stand and stare.
-Article contributed by Ankit Gupta (firstname.lastname@example.org)