A Pretty Day

A poem inspired by the Mumbai Climate this season.



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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.