Moods

POEM 7: (Life alone in USA)
Title: Moods

As I walk alone
Along the winding paths of life
The wind caresses my soul
And the rustle of leaves
Sets my emotions aflight.

I can feel…
Feel the coldness of the pavements

I can see…
See the looming shadows of trees,
The feeble lights of street lamps
Crawl the surface of the earth
And
Windows and doors of all shapes and sizes
Nestling the warm glow of happiness and laughter
While the cold and darkness around
Seems to engulf me…

But lo and behold …
Up above I see
The moon seems to bestow upon me its friendship
And the clouds wrap me in bliss.

Once again I feel ..
I feel like a child in it’s mother’s arms
Lapped in tranquility …

I feel the touch of the winds,
The music of the leaves.

I can feel ..
As I walk
Along the winding paths of life