Joys of Leisure

Describing the sensory intake and hidden feelings that erupt when you least expect, despite the enjoyment one is experiencing.

What a joy it is,

to go to a park on a warm evening,

sitting on the grass,

taking in the world around me.

I hear a singer crooning love songs,

making people gently sway,

few are sipping on their glass,

others reading their books.

I see kids playing with their mums,

few frolicking in fountain with their dads,

others hanging out with their grandparents.

I smell a sauce on me,

Its a toddler with a pizza in his tiny hands,

his parents look at him and smile,

"He is still learning to eat"!

Children having fun in the park,

while their parents lovingly, 

watch them or play along them.

I touch a tree,

lean on its strong trunk,

it has been there for long,

watching these simple joys for years, 

which I am looking at currently,

I try to draw strength, 

from that toughened tree,

that's standing all alone, 

just like me.

I feel a drop on my hand,

its my eyes,

when I realize what I can never have, 

while I take in the world forlornly.