The Church bell tolls twelve
the
swing scarcely stirs
Bereft
of banter, unmanned
is my
Home and Garden.
Freely
now, the squirrel scampers
the
kingfisher squawks Goodbye
The
lapwing pipes its dirge
"did
he do it, did he do it..."
Echoes
across emerald haze
flood
my memory-room
Drowning
the ocean roar
the
rain pours her heart out.
Superb writing, Padmaja. Please accept my sincere compliments. I liked the verse immensely !
ReplyDeleteWarm regards to you and Srikkanth. Paul
Thank you Paul. A reader's heartfelt compliment is the best reward one can get!
DeleteTaalis, taalis... no question of gaalis!
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