Monday, 9 March 2015

poem:Change in weather

There is a change in weather
in cafes and in parks
I can see people are gathered
pigeons and larks
flying high and high
in the clear blue sky
buds are coming out of shoots
rain has moisturized them till their roots
sparrows in flocks
are coming up and down in waving crops
and up above the hill
in tossing daffodils
I am also here in the dew
craving and wishing for you!1