A bench in the park…
…………haseena

Its the first thing I notice…
As soon as I enter the park…
For my morning walk…

As I make my rounds …
Down the track…
My eyes are magically drawn…
Towards the bench…
In the park…

I dnt know why ….
I seem so drawn…
Towards it…

It seems to have a life of its own…
A witness to the changing times…
As if waiting for someone to
Occupy it…
And fulfil the purpose of its existence…

The bench in the park …
Is my favourite place…
Where I recline for a few minutes…
Every morning…
After my walk…

Contemplating ….
The purpose of my existence…
With every passing day of my life…

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