On a bench, the lake I face
Staring at the gentle grace
Following the path the ripples trace
I see the dapchicks in a race
The water's hush, silence profound
Multitude of thoughts in the background
Broken by the Walker's chatter
A little girl in conversation with her Pater
Hopping and skipping she runs around
Bringing me joy abound
I return to nature's rhythmic beats
Of Chirping crickets and bird calls repeat
Listening, in anticipation
To my heart in syncopation
walks in lalbagh always define
Moments when knots untwine
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