Petrichor !

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Petrichor !

After a heavy work day,
When things seem amiss.
One must sit in a garden,
Water sprinkling amidst.
The earth around all wet,
Engulfing the senses with a mist.
Soulful symphony of wet earth
Touching a chord in the heart, a tryst !
Water falling onto the soil,
So sun kissed.
The first rainfall of the season,
Making this soil tranquil.
Filling its pores down,
Upto the crypt.
Reaping the seeds planted,
Delicately earth laced air rises.
The smell of this wet earth,
Adds such a thrill.
Consumes one with,
An extraordinary bliss.
Of oneness of soul,
It speaks.
For, from this soil we all arise,
And to it as ashes we must return when we die !

Dr. Guncha Gupta
28/4/19

Comments

  1. UnknownApril 28, 2019 at 2:01 AM

    The poet has a tendency to be one with nature effortlessly.And from a state of enjoying nature through senses she becomes transcendental so easily.A good poem,indeed!

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    1. Creative GunchaApril 28, 2019 at 2:27 AM

      Wow .... very encouraging.... thank you 🙏

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    2. Pawan VermaApril 28, 2019 at 3:04 AM

      This one is amazing. Nature is the biggest healer, as they say !

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    3. Creative GunchaApril 28, 2019 at 8:24 AM

      Thank you so much 🙏

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  2. Bishttttt BoyApril 28, 2019 at 4:06 AM

    Amazing ❤️❤️

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  3. Dr DivyaApril 28, 2019 at 9:18 AM

    Once again a beautifully penned down peom by you ... Makes imagination takes it's own path ....

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  4. PoonamApril 29, 2019 at 1:06 AM

    Very beautifully and creatively described this feeling of being close to nature.... Love

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  5. SurenderApril 29, 2019 at 8:36 PM

    Mitti ki woh saundhi saundhi khushboo yaad aa gayi. Bhai wah..

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  6. Bishttttt BoyMay 1, 2019 at 9:21 PM

    We never noticed the beauty of nature because we were too busy trying to re-create it.

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  7. UnknownMay 3, 2019 at 10:50 AM

    Petrichor ... Thanks for the beautiful new word...and such a beautifully penned poem...takes you away from the humdrum of life.

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  8. DreamerMay 3, 2019 at 9:24 PM

    Excellent potrayal,. Suddenly creates a need in me to leave this cacophonous world and go soul searching in the natures lap..

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  9. Runa MitraMay 7, 2019 at 1:50 AM

    Thankyou for writing this. Beautifully penned.

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