the day it rained
and all voids were filled
that soaking leaf
and that petal thrilled
a tryst with rhyme
a musical treat
accustomed, the drops
nurtured innocent greed
the prism infinite
the sweet symphony
i raised a toast
to that faceless gravity
and the rivulets raced
the thunders cursed
as stubborn terrains
were lazily transversed
then the ground beneath
acquiesced to the flow
indented engulfed
and devoured shallow
and mitigating wonders
that had left me numb
dissolved away
like nascent crumbs
and it rained all day
and the next
drowning me further
in the enigma of its crest
5 comments:
u have written...these words
ya course i hv written them.
yes very hard to believe indeed.i definitely sensed a wordsworth,a lil bit of milton and some keats too...
thankyou. btw who r u?
you have greattttttttttttt way to say things cool yaar
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