Saturday, July 24, 2021

For Poets and Story Tellers United~ Weekly Scribblings #79 ~ On My Way ~ To the Hill Station ~


 It brought fresh air
it brought life
it brought joy
it brought peace

a relief from the heat
a blessing divine
on cloud nine
it takes.

this place is one
like none
a protective dome
it is our home.

4 comments:

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Oh, my Mum told me that when she was a little girl in India, her mother would take her and her brother to the hills in summer. To Khandala. She remembered it fondly.

Jim said...

Home is a safe place, at least it should be. For sure if all works like it should against rough natural environments. When people get I inevolved some break the rules.
I enjoyed reading this, thank you.
Thank you to for visiting my blog, please come again.
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Debi Swim said...

Beautiful picture and your poem is a breath of fresh air in itself.

Anjum Wasim Dar said...

Dear Rosemary, Jim and Debi Swim
Thank you so much

For Poets and Story Tellers United~ Weekly Scribblings #79 ~ On My Way ~ To the Hill Station ~

 It brought fresh air it brought life it brought joy it brought peace a relief from the heat a blessing divine on cloud nine it takes. this ...