The Hill Cottage

The Hill Cottage prose poem

Uploaded by Dr.Indu Nautiyal

Under the vast canopy
Of spotless blue sky
With snow-capped hills as neighbours
Rests the cute cottage blissfully
In the midst of blooming flowers

Far from the madding crowd
Far from din and bustle
Far from smoggy air space
And roads crying under speeding vehicles

Far from the selfish living
In narrow social divides
Far from the petty politics
Of scheming power seekers

Far from the fear of thieves
Far from rampant maladies
Far from delusive shadows
Of self-proclaimed deities

The pristine spot seems to invite
Every one of us to be there
Come ye exhausted ! and feel
Rejuvenated in the lap of Nature !

Picture credit:
Beautiful Uttarakhand

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Dr.Indu Nautiyal

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I have been a teacher for about four decades ,but even more than that , a student and learner all along --literature being my favourite subject with special love for poetry , a trait I seem to have inherited from my father,who was a very good poet ,it was he that instilled in me a deep love for poetry early in childhood . Starting as a science student ,I shifted to literature after graduation and and worked on Emily Dickinson's poetry for Doctoral degree. I don't claim to be a poet ,but do admit my inherent love for poetic utterances as and when I find them and sometimes feel inspired to give vent to my own emotions in words that seem to convey them .Honestly it happens quite effortlessly and also leaves me with an immense satisfaction .If it can be termed poetry ,all the more rewarding. .
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