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Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Leisure by W. H. Davies

A beautiful poem by W. H. Davies. Though written long back it reflects the current so-busy scenario. He must have foreseen the complex lifestyle of the generation to come. Mere reading of this poem takes you to the much desired tranquility and peace. Read and Enjoy---


What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?

No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep and cows:

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night:

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance:

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

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