Tea turned cold
I grew old
It didn't rain
Terrace gathers leaves
Dry and in heaps
Clouds abstain.
Does this craggy face
Ever resurface
In a distant mind?
Or it gathers moss
Time rides horse
Yet no trails behind.
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4 comments:
Lovely.. :-)
In contradiction to the title, this poem will leave trail in reader's mind.. :-)
@Ekita, thank you :)
Your blog needs more poetry
@Neha, on the contrary, it was wise to weed out poetry from this blog. There are enough quality ones around. Check this: http://mostlyfordistraction.blogspot.in/
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