The Untouched Wild

The gentle drops of the morning mist
frolicking carefree on some maple leaves
and that early morning beam
dancing down in blithe
through some scattered clouds’ reef
the canary didn’t disappoint either
neither did the thrush
dancing to glory in every rhyming cord

Such is the nature’s caper
here in the wild
And thank heavens there is no human
to disturb the tranquility with devastating rile

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah


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