When Silence Reigned Supreme

The mango leaves talked to one another in voices hushed.
I tried; but their thoughts I could not decipher.
But their slightest movement, even of those soiled and crushed.
It seemed they were thrilled with the utmost pleasure.

The cool wind jostled among the gusty trees.
Like a balm for my aching mind and senses.
They buzzed around in search of nectar; the bumble bees.
Breaking down between me and Nature, the age old fences.

The little girls played about, the seemed completely at home.
There was a smile on everyone’s face, my brow frowned in disbelief.
Cacophony of cities is like Hell. Pandemonium is free to roam.
Here, in the lap of nature, fancy soars high and breathes a sigh of relief.

In such an hour of bliss, when silence reigned supreme;
I work my way with words; in the realm of the unseen.

NOTE: I wrote a part of this poem while lying under the shade of a mango tree in Kandikhal. The remaining part was written while sitting on a hill top, beside a temple. This was my first attempt at writing a sonnet. I hope I do justice to it.