! ! ! ! Walking Bare Feet In The Park! ! ! ! Poem by Mamta Agarwal

Walking bare feet on grass
At a early morning hour
Spring… its March.

Mist tickled,
Wind giggled,
Tiny grass flowers
Looked up at dawn
Child like innocence,
Bright colours, no fragrance
Yet a manifestation
Of His aspiration.
In awe, watched
have charisma...

Birds flitting merrily
My eyes chased
Butterflies, painted
In colours so gay.

I came home smiling.
‘Hey, did you meet somebody’
Asked my kin.
Oh, yes I was in
Exalted company…