An Amber Patch Poem by Nikhat Bano

Rustling through the tanned leaves
soaked in the aroma of fresh breeze;
Treading on soothing, forsaken trails
life's pleasures are but little marvels.

Far off, gleaming, playful rays are seen
romancing with the alpine trees, serene;
Engrossed in the rhythm of nature's grind
all are dancing on a set tune of time.

In this orange grove, runs wild sensation;
Love lost among the Creator's creations.

Copyright: DrNikhat Bano
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November 5,2017.