At the autumn dusk i lean
On the big trunk of the tree,
Staring at the twinkling stars
I sit down, I sit down to be free.
On the chill night, gentle breeze touches me
Making the slender sound that it usually made
I plead for some time leisure,
I wish to seize, seize the minutes as they fade.
I see the moon dawning behind the clouds,
Free from the worldly binds,
Free from worries and hurries,
I sit so silent, so peace in no sound.
Far from the merry go round of life,
The waves, i sit and stare,
I see them fall, I see them rise.
The time i enjoy now is rare.
Far away from the webs of life.
Far from the number of lines
In the life's fast filling page.
Far from the life's bonds like twines.
At the autumn dusk i lean
On the big trunk of the tree,
Staring at the twinkling stars
I sit down, I sit down to relax.
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A refined poetic imagination, Payal p s. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.