April song

14 May 2019
Author :  

- Ranesh Rai

 

April song

Square framed window,

Latched by a Frosted pane

On its edge,

My rested elbow

Brittle pale Morning,

Early visitor to my day,

Greeting every eyes,

Gently steers away with time,

 

Briskly squeezing my mind,

For a drop of word,

Clarity with such honesty,

Dimly I drift into reverie,

On its tip-toe

Mind then races,

Far from this places,

To a haven that embraces

 

Visions I recall

Rainy day wearing off,

On rooftops,

Along the stairs,

Inside cafes,

Folks holding conversations,

Shimmering puddles of water being,

Run over by racing wheels

Throwing splashes on pedestrians,

Giggling and pacing at their own speed

Strangely the evening turns clearer,

Faces get brighter,

Laughter getting louder and

Lamentations softer

 

Dancing around a bonfire,

Like gypsies in their prime

Life then choose me,

And so did I gave in,

To its ravishing beauty

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