Morning walk, through the woods of Mumbai.
A sanctuary, midst the national cacophony.
Crows bathing, ducks swimming
Doves invisible
Trees chirping in various melodies
Leaves fluttering, wings flying.
Sun peeping in and out,
Roads winding
People jogging, running, walking,
Some standing, sitting,
A few peering into each others eyes
Searching the forests of their lives
I met him he was reading a news paper,
He looked at me, eyes full of disgust,
The expression said it all,
Is this all that you could manage since we parted?
I wanted to explain,
He turned, and the monkey climbed the tree back.
The Ape in me sauntered and slithered away.
The forest crept in to my utter dismay.
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