Beyond the Wall

A fragrant green bog, wisps of a chilled fog, merry gurgling stream, frogs soak and dream, the silent shallow stills, frilling those lofty hills, carpets of furry moss, hollow logs lie across, the musty loamy soil, where tiny insects toil, a rustling forest floor, a grunt a howl a roar, light whistling breeze, the busy …

The Pathway

Shed the smug snobbish shroud, forsake flawed pretext of proud, hold a humble harmonious heart, a courteous compassionate new start, learn from mother she forgives deceit, casting emeralds in paths of concrete! – Narendra Nayak © 2018