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Looking outside, you say
“Kochi,
What a beautiful day!”
The scene is just a phase,
And yet, at it, you gaze,
With a childlike curiosity,
But with an aged tranquility.
Sitting inside, I think,
Jesus,
What a tiring day!
I move, grudgingly,
And join you, unwillingly,
Stare at the clouds, skies,
The leaves, birds and trees.
I, at sixteen, am anxious
To return to my PC screen.
But you, nearing fifty,
Know the necessity
Of slowing down
And seeing things
That to most,
Remain unseen.
(For my Mother on her 47th Birthday) |
