I long to sit quietly under the shade of a Pipal tree,
Where the heat of the sun comes in with the cold air.
By laying down on the cot and stretching my legs
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A beauty of a poem, recalling the good old days.5 stars.
Such heart and days of beauty written into this! .. So true rarely do you see the children picking flowers or running round outside, like back in the days. An excellent poem! .. Filled with beauty! ... Definite 5 Stars! ...+++++
My days at farmhouse: I long to smell the loaves being roasted in the Tandoor And then run to extinguish a coal fire with water.
Yes, it's so. The covid-19 pandemic has a blessing in disguise. Everything has become virtual but in realistic dimension. A prudent write..top score.
It is time of virtual world. An amazing experience we have gained. A brilliant perception you have shared here. Thank you very much for sharing.