Right atmosphere
I leave behind everything
And find
Lovely refuge
To enjoy and use
I look around
And listen to the different sounds
Created by insects and birds
With occasional encoded words
I only watch with open eyes
And try
To put entire thoughts on this beautiful place
Where I find total peace
What are we gaining in cement houses?
Total distrust and fear of crookedness
Rats disturb silent nights
And less sleep due to light
Such factors force me to flee
Sit under tree and feel free
Cool breeze and dead silent appeals
I feel right atmosphere for wounds to heal
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