There’s a park opposite my window
“Nandanvan” is its name
Standing still, changing its shades with seasons
From vivid green to dry yellow tan
Through the clouds and cool shower of rain
Scorching sunny summer
And windy winter
Bushes of short shrubs, tall thick trees
Chirping birds calling each other, racing squirrels
Witnessing diversity all around
From lively kids to limping patients,
From gossiping women to debating men,
From a headphone stucked lonely stranger to couples in romance,
From casual strollers to disciplined joggers/runners
Selflessly, with no prejudice
This park
Embraces warmly, one and all
Part of this park solaces them all
Haply, “Nandanvan” seems to be an apt name
After all 🙂
*** Composed by Vinit Desai ***
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