Sweat drenched my clothes
While I walked among the bunch of blokes
Prayed to god for the clouds of relief
He had a different plan or so was the belief
Days passed on with no change
While no relief in near range
People sulked and earth parched
Ponds dried and petals cried
Yet another day Sun beamed wrath
It went west as I walked on the path
Clouds turned grey all of a sudden
Soon became the earth moisture laden
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Kalakreenga gugan... The poem was great..
ReplyDeleteBeautiful are the days
ReplyDeleteWhen the bright sunshine peeks through the leaves of my peepal tree
Sweet are the drops of rain
When they quenches the thirst of dry spell casted on my studies
Wandering in the muddy lanes of Rajendra Nagar
Sipping hot tea at the stall near Vajiram
What on earth gives such a satisfaction
To a soul which is working for its ambition
good one gugan. i could feel i am sweating. well done.
ReplyDeleteCool vent-out. knocking on the doors of eternity???
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