View From My Balcony
away from the cares and tensions and strife,
away from the burdens and labours of life,
away from the quibbling, the digs and denials,
away from the statements, affirmations and trials,
away from the pristine, perfect stone walls,
away from the constricting, suffocating curtain falls,
my own little space, my haven of six feet,
crimson filled boxes of flowers so sweet,
the sky above and the road below,
watching life pass by in an unending flow,
people walking by, intent on their mission,
I am now at peace, as if in remission,
the trees in front, lining the road,
rolling green grass as the park view unfolds,
red juniper berries on green clumps of shrubs,
petunias and pansies spilling out of white tubs,
disturbed emotions now soothened and calm,
once again the beauties of nature...my balm,
a new leaf appears, a bud tries to unfold,
spring has emerged, after the snow and bitter cold,
spring at its height, and flowers at their best,
birds and butterflies ever on a quest,
skimpily clad lovers lolling in the park,
proud and lovely cats provoking the dogs to bark,
whenever my spirits need to be uplifted, I have my special haven
which God to me has gifted.....
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poem by Arti Chopra
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