Faraway Call

Poem By Bindu Borle

Far out in the wilderness
The woods, the hills echo a voice
A voice calling me to come closer
To embrace the mysteries of nature
To know her deepest secrets embedded within,
Nature- the immortal beauty,
Like nymph Calypso with all her charms
tries to imprison me forever
So that I may never back to where I belong
The concrete jungle of mine...

Comments about Faraway Call

nature's allure? nice thought process in this poem! Preets

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