Morning Stroll

a poem by Abraham Oommen

Hold my hand, let me walk with you
Lawns with flowers, paint a subtle hue
Let’s tread the tracks in the mountains
Down in the valley, along the plains

The love scented morning fragrance
Deep in my heart, sprouts up romance
Countryside flora, with its fresh flowers
Adds ecstasy to any embracing lovers

Kiss me and breathe love into my soul
In graceful air, in your lap, let me loll
Absorbed in the warmth of your love
I ‘bill and coo’ in the nest of my dove

April showers unleash the scent of dust
Wind steals away the aroma in a gust
Let’s walk around the grove on bare feet
Stare at the lambs as they hop and bleat

Pelt stones at mangoes, hang in bunch
On trees, merrily tossing the branch
Let’s scale heights and conquer peaks
Decipher the lingo, the Nature speaks

We reach where we’ve started this route
Everything new and fresh from the root
The Nature’s gifts, in an aura of novelty
Abundant and free without any royalty!