Take It Quietly... Poem by Sharad Rajimwale

The soundless fall
of yellowed leaves
and mellowed blossoms

Quiet rustlings of
wind-awakened boughs

Preening birds hopping
here and there
lethargic doves' calls
The crows' eager cawing
and blue sky with wisps of clouds...

A floating strain of song
from unknown place
Ticking minutes in no hurry
to measure placid time
They only say,
'' Take it quietly; relax...''
And drooping eyes close... mind soaking it all in.

by Sharad Rajimwale