Sunday 27 September 2015

Rainy nights

The rainy nights,
of late September,
neither so hot,
nor so cold,
marking the begining
of season of authumn

Wet! Wet! Everywhere!
Tiny droplets
turn into puddles ,
due to imperfect roads;
made to gain votes

The plants,
green and rich again,
relieved from sun
scorching and burning ,
due to man made global warming

Thunders rumbling,
Lightining flickering,
momentarily appearing,
as the clouds merged,
hiding stars and the moon

Smell of hot pakoras,
crispy and hot,
tempts taste buds,
while tummy craves ,
for one bite

The nature cries,
of happiness,
and sadness ,
in form of tiny droplets
to wash away pain ,
and clean away dirt




Farmer’s pride

The farmer stares, At open skies, Hopelessly searching, For fluffy thick clouds. To his dismay, The sky is blue, The sun is out, Shining sha...