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How i wish i could go away somewhere far...somewhere away from the human world...to a place where only the nature resides...with birds chirping, singing their summer songs and building their nests...where the small calf nudges it's mother cow to feed it...
i wish i could go to some place where i can only hear the swaying and swooshing of the leaves...watch the small birds playing hide and seek with the sunrays...the bees peeping into every flower....

how i wish i could go to some place where i can feel the soft sand...my feet sinking into its silky softness leaving golden trails...the wind blowing onto my face making my curls dance ... the waves kissing the sea shore bringing lil' sea shells to bask on the shore...as if its crowing it with the tiny shiny coloured pearlies...
i wish i could go into the mountains where somewhere far i can hear the shepherd playing his melody on his flute...while the sheep and his goat stray into the soft green grassy pastures... where the cool breeze brings everything at peace...
somewhere...where the place is not abuzz with human activities....but with Mother nature at work... watching her children sing and dance to her windy and sunny tunes...
....How i wish i could go away somewhere far...somewhere away from the human world..... thats's my wish... i wish i could... :)

Comments

Karan said…

The way you bring out small and intricate things into the lime light, and the way portray them is simply amazing. These are such small things which we never notice in all the running around.

In this post too, you have drawn up a lovely picture (yes i feel your post looks less of a write-up and more of a portrait !! :) ... ) of mother nature and all its beauty. :) .. Beautiful..!!

April 12, 2009 at 1:14 PM

aativas said…

i think u already r away from human world ... have nice time...

gud 2 c that ur posts here

April 14, 2009 at 1:55 PM

Prasad Vaidya said…

this post is amazing.......
a little rearrangement and effort would make this into a great poem too.....you only have a to give it a try.
but even in this present form, the post does take the reader to the place of your imagination.

June 17, 2009 at 3:39 PM

Geeta said…

you are a world apart fram me ammu.. yewr like somone i can not even remotely b like.. i d go mad away fromm people.. i need t noe terz somone around all ta time.. but i like yewr world too.. its nice..

August 16, 2009 at 9:11 PM

Amruta said…

thnx geet.... :)

August 17, 2009 at 6:14 PM

Sandeep said…

Nice I like that.....

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