The spectacle of Mother Nature,Aprés several months.
Maybe an apt disposal,
To cleanse thy soul.
A soul perplexed,
Drenched in mystification.
A soul unceremoniously indicted,
Drubbed to anguish for times unknown.
Drenched in mystification.
A soul unceremoniously indicted,
Drubbed to anguish for times unknown.
Raindrops on the face,
Driblet on the leaves.
Smell of the earth
And the rhythm of Nature.
Driblet on the leaves.
Smell of the earth
And the rhythm of Nature.
The first rain,
Imbibed by the five senses.
Washed out the wounds
Cast on the soul.
Imbibed by the five senses.
Washed out the wounds
Cast on the soul.
Vows to deliver peace
And the harmony endeared.
Reminding what its worth,
Takes leave as a slight rustle.
And the harmony endeared.
Reminding what its worth,
Takes leave as a slight rustle.
Leaving back a soul replenished,
Blessed for the endeavour ahead.
A smile on the face,
An impact on the soul.
-Medhavagmi
Blessed for the endeavour ahead.
A smile on the face,
An impact on the soul.
-Medhavagmi
It was indeed a lovely sight.... indeed a lovely watch,
ReplyDeleteThe glory of the first rain, nothng else can dare to match....
Thankyou Ranju Rk ☺
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