Enthralled by the serenity around
I pedalled the boat on the Ooty lake.
It is locked in discreet silence
seems to me it flows for my sake.
The ripples murmur gently
while I sail munching my cake.
Except for me, I see none
my eyes rest on the breaks.
The wind brushes past my face
Strikes hard on my face causing an ache.
The peace I experience
rejuvenates my mind on all takes.
Having imbibed a feel of transcendentalism
I forget to claim my stake.
That be not with Nature alone
almost, in all spheres including the fakes.
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