I thought we would ride
By the side of the river
Where the road meanders
High and low.
The trees are dense
And the wood fowls cry
And your steed can nibble
As we go.
The path is steep
And sometimes rocky
At the top of the hill
We can surely tarry
To watch the moon
Crest the brow.
The gentle waters murmur
It is time
It is time.
Do rest a while.
Dream.
Vineetha Mekkoth
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beautiful like soothing breeze.
Thanks, Rameshji
A work whose insightful contemplative waves lap gently against the reader’s perceptions.
Thank you for your encouraging and kind words, sir.
a very beautiful picturesque poem loved it
Beautiful and lovely.
l loved your short and sweet poem. ….
Nice one.
Thank you Nalini, Rekha, Rashmi and Gopalji.
Enjoyed the poem Vineetha 🙂
Thanks, Maaya 🙂