in the world from my window it always rains,always…
the drops dance to the tunes of an unknown music…
and rain accompanies sounds of many a distant bird…
a mild thunder isn’t that rare…
and then there are gusts of cold wind…
veteran trees that don’t budge,boughs outstreched…
but the tiny leaves trembling at the touch of rain…
like a virgin bride…
never ending green,tall grass,luscious grass…
swaying the way the breeze wants them to…
dusky,dreary,gloomy,orange-the sunset sky…
no neat boundaries,and just my hazy world…
just me and my reflections…
as it drizzles away by my window to the world…
2 comments:
nice poem..
please, explain the presence of below line in ur poem..
'just me and my reflections'
wow.
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