Poezja

Mornings and evenings witness
commoners of differentshapes
caste, creed, colour & age
jog, walk, yoga or meditate
groups of female folks assert also
with warlike maneuvers
learning the tricks of  karate & judo
and the joggers’ park
shines in the form of oasis
amidst the concrete desert.
 Giving eyes a treat towering residents
wowing the architectural marvels around
but devoid of health concerns
keeping their windows open
simply to crane and watch
the images of dwarfedmoversbelow
pondering upon advice of health gurus
yet thinking it a total waste
 being on high pedestal, boasting
‘ they arn’t missing anything ?’
 
Introspection brings them down
to feel and experience
the smell of freshness
the chirping and tweets
the sound of breeze
the rush of blood
the rustle of leaves
the peace of mind
the romance with nature ofdifferent kind
new awakening dawns.

Surrounded by faceless concrete high-rise
the lush green park rejoices
watching homo-sapiens
respecting its existence
for their own existence.
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