Shoots lend lush green image to fields
Not long back these farms ate their seeds
After calm follows a trumpet
Clouds flit in haste and promptly change
Coo coo the cuckoos start crooning
Peacocks dance with blue green eye wings
Heavenly atmosphere ensuing

The first raindrops trickle drip drip drip
Aromas tickle, sweet petrichor
There comes the childhood once more
Splashing water in little puddles
Paper boats, rainbow umbrellas
Tea and fritters, sniffing nostrils
Ah that sweet stirring potpourri
That brings reveries heartwarming

©Sunila. 14/04/2016.

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About Sunila K

Based in Canary Islands, Spain, Sunila Khemchandani is a teacher, translator and writes poetry for love of English Literature. She has several poems published in English anthology collections (Wings, Change, Indus Valley, Heavenly Hymns, Poetic Symphonies, Synthesis - The Duet Anthology and in two of Brian Wrixon’s anthologies). In 2008, she won the position of the best annual poet in Besides writing poems, she translates spiritual articles, books of her spiritual master, proof reading and transciption. Some of her translated works have been published and circulating.

6 thoughts on “Petrichor

    1. Sunila K Post author

      Appreciate very much your generous words of praise for my humble poem, Vijay ji! 🙂

  1. ramesh rai

    Sweet, melodious and soothing write. Few lines are more attractive like Peacocks………wings.


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