THE FOREST OF PINES. BY BRIJKAUL

I walk up the ascending twisting road high

with

merciless Sun laughing a pitiless laugh

overhead the blue sky.

no breeze a close day

moving on at a leisurely pace

in no hurry or race

unmindful of the ascent ahead the way

eager

to be in company of my love

the love of my childhood.

gorgeous glistening glittering

Sangeeta my Sangeeta

 a bewitching beauty

hollering

from the bend of the road

‘come my smarty be my love’

rolling down to catch me, hug me

enroute

to the dense forest of pines.

enticing me more than

rivers temples and shrines

the sloping verdures the environs

Sombre

lull me to a sweet slumber

Sangeeta delightfully delightful

in the shimmering attire

singing love satire

holding

my hands pulling me up the hill

oh my gosh she is so pretty

such a pril.

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13 thoughts on “THE FOREST OF PINES. BY BRIJKAUL

    1. Ilove the pine deodar forests that give you a calm composure with cool breeze emanating from the rustling of leaves . A walk through the trees makes tentalizes my spirits and passions for the lovely nature. So Nature is foundation of my poetry. Thanks for liking my poem.

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