“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more”
― Lord Byron

A blessing to count upon

broken heart to mend upon

what was solace to hold upon

nothing better than urdu couplet to catch upon

When words fall short , nimble thought gazes away

what is better to jott down few lines

fresh gale to breath upon , picturesque moment to hold upon

With tome to read upon , savoured with a cup of coffee

rising sun with chirping birds to sight upon

walk beside tall conifers to relish upon

advent of  new season , with changing foliage to sight upon

gushing of streams , rivulets to freak upon

trails of terrace fields with folks  , singing local lores to walk upon

Misty morning with morning stew

bright eyes with dreams to catch upon

rendezvous to find those pals to chatter

Don’t you feel there is a blessing in air

fleeting moment , to quest upon !

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Varun Rana