Green hills yes!! Creepers covered hills
He sat looking towards the cloudy Horizon
Winged ones flying so fast as they can
Their voice breaks the silence for a while
The breeze fresh and cool blows so slow
and brings scents from village gardens
He sat beneath the trees, by the lake
there she came on that moonless night
Beautiful moonless night, they whispered.
Moments, yes!! Celestial, they enjoyed
The scent of her long hair, it was of rose
The musk of her body sweat tickles his senses
Lovely moments, filled with shame and surprise
the wind blows again, yes!! As a warning siren
His eyes opened!! no musk and no roses near
adieu...nothing is true yes!! Even a divine gift.
3 comments:
Hi,
I am also from India. Checked out all the posts in your blog. Sincere poetry, serious(but very relevant) prose. Keep up the good work. All the best, will visit again.
Hello,
nice to see your blog, I like literature and deep thoughts.
Why is it that there's nothing true? Even the divine gift?
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