Long, quiet walk, friendly talk in whispered tones
Not to disturb Nature left behind in this crowded suburb
She is so precious now, wrapped in freshness of morning dew
Sacred spot in the brick and asphalt jungle, thick with man animals
And materialistic cannibals, so triumphistic in architectural victory
So we step ever so silently, serenely marking time, gently reverent
To go home, not the same, not unchanged, priorities rearranged
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The place looks like a suburban jungle, Jonathan and such a lovely and serene poem. Too good.
Yes, indeed, it is a suburban jugle … creeping in and pushing out Nature more and more… Thank you for your precious words, dear Kamal!
Yes absolutely true and agree totally with your words Jonathan. Nature has taken a back seat. You are always welcome dear 😊😊😊😊