The mist sprays
over the falling drops
Like the tears
wrap incessant thoughts
A thud ! Followed
by a skyward leap
The decanted
drops of a livid mind
Meandering through
pruned shrubs
The lush green
tea plantations
Interspersed
amidst wild woods
Like sober children
in a mad throng
Delicately crafted
amidst rampant randomness
The breeze blows
to tell many a tale
Of lost kingdoms
in the bright hills
Beyond the horizon
of infinite skies
While the songs
that are woven in the dusk
Stretch to the
dumb wild through their echo
Like the last
ripple of the tumultuous day.
Delhi
22.20hrs
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9.4.24
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