A Journey Amidst a Boulevard

I gazed at the clock
And slept under a cloak ,
The time eked through the night
The Brumes smiled for a while.

We promenaded to the hills
The birds stared to our wills ,
I was detruded by the wind’s melee
They laughed and galumphed at the glee.

Hailing the pleasing noontide
We continued our ambulation ,
Reaching the paradise
We discovered the nature’s manifestation.

I cooed to the nature
To cherish and to nurture ,
The land of hill ‘s gesture
To become a cynosure.

Polly Handique