Tuesday, May 18, 2004


The spring casting retreating Shadows
On the pale and porous walls
A melancholic note touching
The window grills
Stirred-up sad green leaves
Are confused how to confront
Loads of clouds moving around
The sky not knowing
Where to rain
Flirting birds chirping
And asking what happened –
This is the right landscape of immersion
This is what my muted being perceives.

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