On The Way To My Home Poem by anurag chaudhary

Strolling back to my hut
Passing by the trees of coconut
I realized the importance
Of my ignorance
Which I had shown
To the dusks and dawns

For the first time
I felt the aroma of leaves and fruits of lime
I saw the nuts cracked by the squirrels
And grapes full of wine barrels

I was a fresher to the dogs searching for bones
And to the children running for ice cream cones
Unseen to me were the lake’s ripples
Eyes never went on storm stricken green cripples

Cows chewing some gum aimlessly
Birds sprinting in the blue ocean tamelessly
How could I miss these scenes?
Why was I always so mean?

I could not have got the view without early ignorance
That one stroll made all the difference