On Paradise Place – Reflections I
(Over a lunch at Villa Caprice, Pemberley Estate, Coonoor-India)


To hear the nattering notes
Of melody from carefree birds,
Poised in majestic state,
Upon the highest boughs.


To prosper, in sighting
The emerald grandiose, softly
Spread in sheets
On eye-bright slanting knolls.


From the far place,
The fairy lightness
Of  that afternoon, shimmering
Over the meadow-sweet pristine Church.
The King was Who?


The King was Who?
The well-born garden,
The roses, or, the tremulous trees
Stretched out high in solidarity,
Holding to their twisting roots!





Geeta Chhabra

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