Breathing in the outdoors
in open spaces, amidst nature
at a quiet corner of Lalbhagh, Cubbon park
or even feeling and breathing the cool air
as you sit by the window seat
on a long train journey..
Ah, all a fantasy in this lock down period!
Oh, to be back under the blue vast sky
back at the Yercaud poetry fest
smiling, meeting friends, shaking hands
to breathe in the beauty, the fresh air of the hills
oh, for that breath of fresh air!
NB: This poem was composed for the Yercaud Poetry Fest when the entire country was under lock down due to Covid 19. It has now been included and published in the anthology "Breath Poetry: Reclaim your life" edited by Soul Scribers Society, Salem and printed by Authors Press,New Delhi.
Hari OM
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ReplyDeleteI live in a village breathing fresh air. Yet I long to be somewhere else once in a while, on the mountains, beaches, in the rivers...
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