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The poet, Dr Amrinder, a weary traveller, finds solace and rejuvenation in nature’s embrace before returning to the warmth of home, exclusively for Different Truths.
After my day’s job was done
I trod down a hill, homeward bound
But, on its gentle slope draped in lush,
Fresh and fragrant, soft, green grass, I
I tarried a while, to lay my aching back
Work-weary limbs on its firm support.
The evening sun bestowed a gentle warmth.
The breeze, caressed, as a mother would
The rustling leaves, the birds on trees,
Sang me a sweet lullaby; it was as if the
The entire countryside contrived to give me
The well-earned, much-needed repose.
Sleep alighted on my lids and whisked
Me to the fantastic land of dreams, while
Nature rejuvenated each and every tired cell.
Rested and refreshed, I opened my eyes
To the falling dusk. The twinkling lights,
The chimney smoke of my village below
Beckoned, and with renewed strength,
I trod homeward to the welcoming arms
Of a beloved family, home and hearth.
Photo by the poet.
