Thursday, April 6, 2017

Escape #AtoZBloggingChallenge letter #E

That slanting rooftop in the sun
Where slipping out from the rails
I leaned basking in the sun
And escaped from the world

From things that mattered to most
The gossiping aunts and uncles
From cacophony of cousins shouting
 The mundane and the routine

The  young green slopes in waves
The cascading sparkle of water
A slim road winding down the hill
And  tall pines branches beckoning

Those memories of years gone by
Oftentimes fondle my weary heart
When there's no escaping now
From the gray jungles of concrete

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