Breathing Purity of a Glorious Morning...

The poem for OSI follows with a Haiku for OSI and Haiku Heights..

Thank You,  Harshadji,  for  'Miss ( Long for) " OSI Prompt # 172


Breathing Purity of A Glorious Morning... 


A footpath of concrete
Under my feet
As I take my morning walk
Eyes look above but can’t find
A clear blue sky
Dotted by pieces of cotton clouds
My heart feels bad
As it knows, that
It wouldn’t need its wings
To fly and shake hands
With the rising Sun
Because it won’t be able to
Get through the maze of high rises
No more can it see
Sun lifting its head
From behind a wall of stones
And no more can it
Listen to birds singing
Their welcome song in unison
And cherish a cool breeze
Nudging flowers to
Make them swing in joy
A bit of philosopher
And poet in me can say
“ No, I don’t miss it
For, a beautiful picture
Of the morning and the sunrise
Is painted on the walls
Of my mind with indelible paints
Which can’t be wiped out
Even by the hands of time
And I can enjoy the feel
Whenever I choose to...”
It may be right in its spirit
But then let me for once be real
And make a confession
Yes, I do miss, the bliss
That I experienced everyday
When I lived away from high-rises
In the rustic settings of nature
When I would watch
the rising sun, who in turn
Would be a witness to my quiet meetings
With God in the serene environs
As I would sit under a large tree
Breathing purity
Of a glorious morning
Yes, indeed I miss it ....


 
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Thanks to Ananya for Haiku Heights Prompt: Slavery
 


Very hard to handle
Freedom, weaker  begins to
Miss days of slavery..
 

By .. RS  : )