You are spending your time
In the garden for a change. The worms slither
Like miniature snakes. The myena birds
Fly around searching for a nesting place.
There’s a crow on the asbestos roof
Greeting you like an ominous omen.
You hear a bell from the postman
Delivering a letter from Australia. There’s a rose
Blooming as the cynosure while
Butterflies are curling around the blooms
Searching for nectar. And as I gaze
At this hodge-podge of unfazed beauty
I could feel my senses train to the surroundings,
While my mind confesses to the soul.
Its almost like having a new screensaver
