Simla To Shimla Poem by Sanjay Mehta

Seasons four
Of yore
Predictable
Their store.

Space earmarked for beast and man
Oozed marked respect
From both clans
To the boundaries unmarked.

The flowers in spring
Had space to bloom
Spread the scent
And unblemished happiness.

One and all
Traversed on foot
Paths tread and untread
Embraced the tread

Never alone was that tread
Not, for all who tread
But, for all who tread
But, for all who tread.

For the days untread
The path, the street, the road, the steps
Questioned
Why thou not tread?

Feeling
Of vaccum
Felt
When missed the one on that day who did not tread.

But
Of late
Foot fall increased
Feelings decreased

Boasts
Of a proud feeling
On encroaching
And breaking laws.

And, spring
Plays hide and seek
With a thought
He mend ways.


In the melee
Alone, alone he stands
Looks for space
Which his own, his own can claim.