Rain
Two clouds,
While in their paranoia
Float across the bay
Dismayed at their arrogance.
Consolidated,
Focussed disarray
A microscope scatters the beam
Hopelessness of scurrying
Amidst woken dreams.
Yonder lay the golden egg.
Tethered to the myth,
The clouds smiled,
Nay, theirs was the feat.
BOOM!
Death.
The ethereal shower.
The earth rejoiced the flowing sparkles,
Tragedy, that’s not her.
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Posted on March 18, 2012, in poetry and tagged cloud, Death, Life, rain, spirit. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.
Agnivo Niyogi
Ahh! The loss of one, does not slow down the nature in rejoicing the nature, for giving life to hundreds of others, sadly human is not so simple!
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Lovely work, Agni!
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The reason behind rain can be imagined this way….!!! Nice visualisation!
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