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Poem: Nature Beckons

By Dr. Archan Mehta

I wonder how I

Ended up so poor,

So many people

Showed me the door:

They referred to me

By the stereotype

Of a “starving artist”

Who dies in an

Obscure gutter and is

Lowered into an

Unmarked grave with

No Kith and Kin

At the somber funeral

To perform the last rites.

Anyway, so many times

Have I dreamt about a

Better way,

To make money 

While the sun

Still basks in the hay,

But nothing worked

Out for me, you see,

And I was 

Reduced to penury:

And yet, I did try

My hand at business,

Instead, I acquired dizziness

And not cold, hard cash,

And discovered that

Petty trade was 

Not my calling:

I went for a stroll

In the woods,

And that kept me

Away from the blues.

Seeking my fortune 

In the lap of nature,

I came across a

Fork in the road,

And decided to lie

Down for a while

Under the shady tree

And the noise of

Several bumble bees.

And when I awoke,

I found my answer in

Those hazy, lazy clouds,

The noise of civilization

I found was too loud:

In the quietude of nature

I had found my soul 

And heart,

And thank the Good

Lord that I was 

Able to make

A brand, new start.

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Dr. Archan Mehta has earned a PhD. in Management. Currently, Dr. Mehta is a Freelance Writer and Consultant based in India. Over the years, Dr. Mehta’s creative work has been featured in numerous publications in India, U.K., USA, South Africa and the Middle East. In his free time, Dr. Mehta likes to stroll in the outdoors, party with close friends, listen to music and stay on top of current events. Dr. Mehta is also fond of meditation. Please feel free to reach out to Dr. Mehta at



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