oh’ slip of paddle

About a course of mile 

crossing after 

shiny bed of mosses

narrow steep of 

fresh corner algae

sticking proudly

on black saddle.

Today’s chore 

has come to end

heading towards 

 way back to nest.

Mesmerized by 

 your giggling face.

throwing your leg

out of your cradle.

Your presence 

faded away

this picturesque

world in my head.

I could stay little long

until found myself

motionless on street

stuff scattered around

mud on clothes

twisted ankle.

Oh’ slip of paddle

played culprit

unison in rain.

©ikbenmanisha25

 

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