Soothing Memories

                                                     SOOTHING MEMORIES

When I stay in a melancholy instance,

Always an interrogatory peeps in my bosom.

In which path,I am going for my presence?

Why I am not being able to lie in blossom?

Like a man,who wanders all the day long,

In the site,under a tree,a peaceful wind.

A low soothing tune in the tong,

Under a Jackfruit tree,wet clay remind,

Me the gentle,pillowy wind in the field,

The green trees,accepting the wind,

With a chuckle respect,below their build,

Wild the trees,in the perdurable wind.

Can they lie in peace without them?

Can I lead my life without nature?

Always I see those peaceful sights in dream.

But how can I forget the peacefulness of nature?

How artificial the life is!deceived myself in this stage.

When I wander alone in nature,I can feel,

Those soothing sights,saved for my last age.

Then I started to wander,my heart filled.

And always in my Pensive mood,give me Peace!