Sunday, February 26, 2012

A Pretty Day

A poem inspired by the Mumbai Climate this season.

A Pretty day started with colours and sound,
Pretty people around – they flirt, love bound;
Traveller of the blues,
They don’t discern pain;
Sometimes even love is in chain,
The rainbow overshadowed by rain.

Many lost what they gained,
Still a pretty day will never know one’s pain;
Sky bewildered by the floating cloud,
Bewitched and mesmerised by the crowd,
In this street of fancy dreams;
The sky has now turned pink.

Many eyes now do blink,
For some heavenly flinch;
With the snowy mountains behind,
A pretty day is always divine,
I see hunters in the trail;
Multifaceted, complex and beautiful – this nature’s braille.



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