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An imagination for dream home continues
Not so particular about its construction or avenues
Not even location or in any particular place
Not so big, not ordinary also and not to look even palace

I shall prefer hut to big mansion
It will need no solid foundation
No fear of water logging or inundation
Natural air from all sides for enough ventilation

Well face to face rising sun
Same way silver rays from full moon
Stars too can twinkle and be seen through window
Cool breeze in morning silently to touch and flow

Eyes to explore vast horizon with no purpose
Think of its vastness and nothing more to suppose
Give all credit to almighty for creating such beautiful
objects
Even looks itself gives freshness and influence views or try
to inject

If it has river flow by the side with all its natural
curves
What an object view it may create and definitely serve!
Such home can well be the pure imagination as an ideal home
We sand on the back of the river and smilingly welcome 

Why do we go to the nature in the troubled period only?
It has lot more to serve the interest and avoid
The difficult and strenuous period to lapse
Create the self confidence and environment from turning
tense

Not the mountains inject us with the idea to rise to that
height?
Why even cracking thunder lights fail to dislodge it even
late?
Solution is there for asking but we must have will power to
act
The nature is always there and ready to help in fact

Even on flat surface green fields provide fresh air
Inhale little and you will freshness through hair
Mind that was bogged down may have fresh impulse
All the power to think afresh and strong resolve to repulse

Why to go to soul searchers to inside echo?
Why it should not travel at our will power and go?
Strike at the peak and come back with answer
But the language can be understood by fewer


Who has understood the sweet language of cuckoo?
It has made you to be carried away and fall through
The codes and its secrets getting slowly familiar
When mixed with lovely voice in the thick fresh air
 
I would prefer to be among tribal men and wonder in forest
It might have large area stretching from east to west
I shall have enough to eat and share its treasure
What can be real joy with all parameters unable to measure?
Posted: 2011-03-02 11:38:29 UTC

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