The snail

We dream trees ,off the highway
At a home away from city buzz.

A snail would crawl our garden
From the fence to a grass patch

And eternity passed like dream
The dream in  no hurry to pass

We could only shrink a dream
To banyan tree in a plastic pot.

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About nisheedhi

Retired banker with poetry and photography as chief interests
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