Abode of Gods...

Sun filtering warmth
Through Silver Oak trees,
As I lay
Resting my head
Against
The trunk….

Only sound
Of Holy Ganges,
Gurgling in the vicinity…
Birds paying
Homage quietly
From the top of tree…
In God’s abode,
Hrishikesh

poem by Mamta Agarwal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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