Solitude Stroll

Evening strolls a pleasant get away,

From cramped up life of everyday.

Like a bird that spread her wings,

To soar high without social strings.

So have I found escape from thoughts

Of trouble unsought and daily fraughts.

My path leading me to enchanted land.

Among thick growth on both sides stand.

I keep on walking a little further.

Clock’s constant ticking a reminder,

That I have been away so long

From my loved ones throng.

But then my fondness for solitude,

Grows deeper in magnitude.

To enhance imagination have I been dreaming.

Among various plants,trees and flowers blooming.

Such serene surroundings for a loner,

A tree stood sublime in a corner.

King of fruits but hues of purple it bore.

Most astonishing to me as I have never seen before.

I slide my fingers to search my dress’s inner lining,

To capture this wonder my instrument was missing.

As a stranger’s crib I couldn’t trespass,

So stood there and let a few moments pass.

Then with a heavy heart curious, returned.

Thrice on same track have I visited,

But that tree has vanished.

As if actually never existed.

From sight, so have I been banished

Observed each house in that stretch,

Yet haven’t come across a similar sketch,

Sometimes I start to wonder,

if I really viewed that wonder.

Or is it my minds creation,

Purple hued mango’s imitation.