A park at noon is different
From the morning park
From spirited walks
And hopeful strides
From purposeful jogs
And joyful rides
A park at noon is different
From the morning park
A park at noon
Is neither like it is at dark
Full of boastful tales
Of a day well spent
An evening to purge
An evening to vent!
The spark in the eyes
For leaving a mark
At noon a park
Is nothing like it is at dark
Then how is it….
A park at noon?

A park at noon is a respite from life
From the urge to work
From the Urge to strive
It is peaceful and nice
Transcending judgmental looks
And prying eyes
The unemployed guy
Can now sleep on his plans
Brushing beneath the bench
aimless days and ceded chance!

A park at noon 
Is a haven for the outlaws
done with rueing and ranting
over the choices they made
The harsh reality of the world
Ceases to exist
In the banyan’s shade
He wallows in the unwanted weed
As he listens to his heart
“Everyone is necessary 
Everyone plays a part!”

A park at noon is a lovers delight
Out of bounds and out of sight
Beneath the trees 
Behind the bushes
Under the skin
Over the blushes
Of feminine pouts
And manly sighs!
A park at noon 
Is a lovers delight.