My futile youth

My futile youth.

I weared away my youth in trifles
as nature never appealed me.
I never stooped  and picked up
when Robin bird dropped its feathers.

My mind never appealed to gaze
how the trees were drenching
after a long draught in summer
and the sun's envious rage.

I never smelt earth soaking fragrance
which arose after the first spell of rain
as my nose only tempted
to smell sophisticated elegance.

I couldn't enjoy the sky kissing rocks
or the enormous water bodies.
I became blind
and hung curtains on my eyes.

Now this is my long dream
to have soft grass bed at night
and a starry sky over my head
then a eternal peaceful rest.