Eavesdrops on the noise
Everyone pace & move
As the city takes its bath
I choose to drench…
Oh!
Calm cool breeze
Wraps with ease
A Strange lil kiss
Another subtle bliss
Sun reflects light
On a naked wet street
Gutter fountains spring
& Park grass sparkling
Spawn a new.
Rustling a few
Touches of drops
On foreign stops
I love this,
After Math of the Rain
And Moisture on my skin
For I can feel again,
My Monsoon in an unknown land!
copyright(c)2007 Sixthjan
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3 comments:
good job Mr Amin.;-)
THis is so cute , and without any of ur underlying philosophies, tht re there in almost all ur poems,,
some of them few wd delve deep to undahstand.;-)
This is a few of those poems which wd be liked by one and all, even by ur critics..
Seems like a song pouring out with the mind of a child tht is still there in U.;-) I want u to get some kids read this one and see how the kiddos too become ur fan, and am serious..
And we all mortals, that includes me expects many more gems to come in coming days... Many of ur rantings , ur philosophies,
ur life songs, and ur real deep heartening stuffs.....
Thanking you,
Yours truly,
Indrajit.
;-)
I choose to drench…
Oh!
Calm cool breeze
Wraps with ease
A Strange lil kiss
Another subtle bliss
simply Wow!!!!
oh my GOD
beautifully carved...
I could picture it in my head.
Thanks for writing this amazing poem :)
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