A gentle walk down the maple floored street
An occasional fleeting thought
Lingers down the cheekbone
A gulp here and few paces later
Admiring the artwork of leaves
The branches of tree
Within the unit leaf
And the zone of green
Fading into the yellow
Engrossed in nature
Walk farther from my capsule
Where I left my mind
To keep the calculations on
And walked with my senses
Gazing at the ant hills on the way
Sucking fresh chilly air inside
As much as I can
Before I head back
To my blue file
And my leftover sandwich
Shhhhh.... don't talk about it
The occasional fleeting thought
Bothers me, let me sit
On the fallen log of hardwood
Which once was a beautiful tree
A few more steps and
Behold, a sight of flowing river
Clear water and muddy landslide
At a distance
An apple vine
The vanishing sandwich
The missing path back
The wishful walk
Along with my senses
Raw feelings and sights
And yet no sense of direction
To get back to my capsule
I am Lost!
@Snehal Deb
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wonderful......