By Nida Rayan
I walk to the oriel bay styled window and gaze at the
forest beneath me,
the white dusty pillars supporting the structure which
go unnoticed as ever.
The sun setting,
giving away all of it's last warmth
as thought bidding farewell for the night to
creep into it's position.
Looking at this beautiful departure my gaze
softens.
The branches of the wise old banyan cover the
soil.
The Martlets rest their nests on the steeples of
the place.
Peace reigns over.