Arti Chopra

Rookie (16 Nov 1953 / Jammu)

The Perfect Picnic - Poem by Arti Chopra

a silvery dropp
on a trembling leaf
a soaring eagle
along a reef,
a budding rose
in perfection sweet
nature has cast a spell again

the darkening clouds
that speak of rain,
peacocks that want
to dance again,
the nuzzling calf
the startled deer,
The silvery web
so finely sheer,
my face buried in the green green grass
nature has cast its spell again

the winding brook
of melody sweet
the crunching sounds of happy feet
the smells of food
and sounds of play
minds at rest from work today

nature has cast its spell again

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 23, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, April 23, 2012


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