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