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Swinging


The swing in the garden
 left unattended years together
 creaks and croaks  as the wind blows.,
 not being oiled and wiped for long.

Gone are the days when it used to be the pride
 swinging  with head held high 
up and down it flew in speed
 making the least noise.

One day a fluffy cat cuddles 
 slips into slumber as the swing
 oscillates gently,  The swing adjusts 
a meek acceptance anyway.

The next day, I find a flock of birds
 perched on either side
cackling and chirping 
dropping excreta  everywhere.

The coveted swing hosts 
 different species extending 
a let go attitude,  The virtue learnt
 in the most hardest means.

 

By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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