It drizzles,
Rusty clouds in the blue,
Raindrops talk from inside,
They stop, again fall after a gap,
Distinct September,
Weather counts spin
Over change of a season
Upon the earth.
Paddy crops planted
Thieved in green to green web,
Saplings are swinging in wind,
To grow in fulfillment,
And it is dream to farmers,
A favored bet for returns,
Green is sweet to all population,
Giving protection to living sensation.
AMAZING! I enjoyed taking the journey with you in this poem! again AMAZING!
ReplyDeleteExceptional, dear friend, in both concept and construction. I have long held we are co-existent with all life. I believe we feel the green and the green can feel our lives as well.
ReplyDeletea cool color to read and think about.
ReplyDeletewell done.
very good sir. your pen is camera, words are flash and we got the photo......!!!
ReplyDeletevery cool.
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