Treasure Island

Tribhawan Kaul

(01-01-1946 / Srinagar (J & K) India)

A park amidst highrise


Mornings and evenings witness
commoners of different shapes
caste, creed, colour & age
jog, walk, yoga or meditate
groups of female folks assert also
with warlike maneuvers
learning the tricks of karate & judo
and the joggers' park
shines in the form of oasis
amidst the concrete desert.

Giving eyes a treat towering residents
wowing the architectural marvels around
but devoid of health concerns
keeping their windows open
simply to crane and watch
the images of dwarfed movers below
pondering upon advice of health gurus
yet thinking it a total waste
being on high pedestal, boasting
‘they arn't missing anything? '

Introspection brings them down
to feel and experience
the smell of freshness
the chirping and tweets
the sound of breeze
the rush of blood
the rustle of leaves
the peace of mind
the romance with nature of different kind
new awakening dawns.

Surrounded by faceless concrete high-rise
the lush green park
rejoices
watching homo-sapiens
respecting its existence
for their own existence.

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Copyright reserved by Tribhawan Kaul

Submitted: Wednesday, February 29, 2012

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  • Queeny Gona (10/29/2013 3:52:00 AM)

    This very read drove me to such a lovely park to breath the beauty of nature ...... I did enjoy read ing such a wonderful write sir. As said by you that there are ppl who overlook the essence of physical exercise wd surely practice it one day without fail! (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (10/15/2013 12:57:00 AM)

    Now more are more people are drawn towards physical exercises and jogging while there are still a few who think that such fitness games are just a waste of time! I can visualize that beautiful park amid high rise buildings where people engage in various body building exercises, where the fresh air is resonant with the chirping of birds and the rustle of leaves! An enjoyable read! (Report) Reply

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