Friday, August 19, 2011

on a listless noon...

on a listless noon !


the noon sits heavily upon the earth--

the sullen wind grumbles through the tired leaves-

the trees droop down their gloomy branches-

the roaside noises punch my aching head ;

the clouds are stickily stagnant

as the moss -spread on a soulless lake-

the time fades lazily

as the curling smoke thread from the incense stick-

one by one the black clouds devour the afternoon sun

and the sun wriggles out of their throats sluggishly-

the nature is listless and sober

as my dreams of life !


chandra kalaadhar.s.

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