I
Clouds were melting fast
and then dropped lazily
on a thirsty morning earth.
Delicate sound of the first rain
was harbinger of her arrival.
II
She had bright and wide mouth,
pink and full lips.
She smiled with her eyes,
as if happiness was that easy-
smoking weed on a chilly night.
Perhaps it was,
because I am still in a trance.
Clouds were melting fast
and then dropped lazily
on a thirsty morning earth.
Delicate sound of the first rain
was harbinger of her arrival.
II
She had bright and wide mouth,
pink and full lips.
She smiled with her eyes,
as if happiness was that easy-
smoking weed on a chilly night.
Perhaps it was,
because I am still in a trance.
III
Every beat of music-
high note of joy and low melancholy!
I climbed a mountain and
ran to see her festive valley.
Her home was my impatient desire.
Time disappeared,
melody of memories lingered.
No comments:
Post a Comment