By Raj Saha VI
Crunch, crunch, crunch
was all I could hear as my feet hit the ground scattered with leaves.
When it felt like my heart would pump right out of my chest,
only the sweet smell of dew could put it to rest.
Soon my legs became weary and my muscles felt tight,
until my eyes started drifting to a bench sitting lonely in broad daylight.
It stood so stubborn I could not contend,
for I knew my journey must come to an end.
My moist hands gripped the serrated surface of wood
and surrendered to the bench’s indignant stance,
as I hopelessly fell with a gasping breath.
While rays of sunlight seeped through gaps in the trees and tiny acorns
fell onto the leaves, it was the melodious
sound of songbirds which turned my brief respite into sleep.