When the sky cries
small drops of tears
The drums beat behind
to sympathise
Light shudders down
Trees tremble and frown
Birds fly to cosy nests
You don’t see faces
Just circles whirling
Wet geometric designs
in myriad colours
Hurried focussed steps
Water drips, splashes
Tip tip goes the rhythm
Cups of tea rain in
And you reminisce
of golden seasons
of fairy times
of yester years gone
Never to return!
©Sunila..
Picturesque ! A lovely audio-visual experience.
Many thanks for this lovely comment, Vijay ji! 🙂
The poem’s deeper existential matters are handled succinctly with the author’s customary aplomb.
Heartfelt thanks for your delightful words of appreciation, Louis Sir!
What a beautiful moment depicted in this poem
Thank you so much for your kind words, Anoucheka! 🙂