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Sitting Near The Ancient Woods

Updated: Oct 2, 2024

By Atharva Rewatkar



I sit near the greenish ancient woods

where fluffy rabbits happily roam

and trudge their ways in nature's brood

to feel the echoes of her soul in her home;

Where earth and sky sublimely coalesce as one

as my derelict heart relaxes under the sun.


Under the meadows of the fields so green

I catch a glimpse of the nature's grace

The grass swaying to the winds serene

kindling the rhythms that nature does praise

followed by a silence, to this sweet strife

offering some solace to my quiet life.


The rabbits rush to the river, crystal clear

that reflects the azure of the cloudless sky

The water serenely sways which feels so dear

forming a soothing symphony, never to die

where vagrants seek refuge from the cruel din

to find their sought-before solace in.


Alongside, the fragrant gardenias jovially blossom

that perfume the air with sweetness so rare,

whilst being kissed often by the light of the Sun

as a testament to nature's gentle care

beneath whose hues, I find a mirror

to the oceans of fervour that draws me nearer.


Cometh the sparrows with their spirits high

chirping with excitement and glee

painting the canvas of the azure sky

with the colours of their joys, wild and free.

As Nature keeps them all in its breast

longing more for what's beyond its quest.


And as I continue to witness this scene,

I feel a kindred of earth and sky

as that of oneness with nature so serene

as if it were provoking me to defy

the shackles of my derelict mortality,

and find my truest relation with destiny.


And how I wish to stay in this place

as everything here is so serene and bright

where nature holds everyone in its embrace

and fills my weary soul with muse and delight

for here amid the Eternals of the Earth,

I catch a glimpse of Heaven's divine worth.


But the world is beyond this serene shade

as time calls me with its tireless cries

and though I longed to here be stayed

yet my duty asks me to say goodbyes.

In my rhymes, this place will forever be

as long as I can breathe and my eyes can see.


By Atharva Rewatkar



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