sumtym in da monsoon...

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:

sharp said...

nice poem..
please, explain the presence of below line in ur poem..
'just me and my reflections'

Amrita Sabat said...

wow.