The closer one is sprinkled by,
The far one is envied by
The rest is mellowed by the unending…The eyes seeking resting
With the office chores sweeping
Mind sketches the sediment of unending…Slowly crosses the grille and windows,
Splashes above the poised meadows,
Stumbled upon the flash of unending…Unaware of next morning
Dead or alive barely a meaning
The moment owes void of unending…The stagnant exudes fragrance
The logic ravages abundance
The dull sips the nectar of unending.Shhh sshh sssh sssh..
The jargons falling apart..
The bliss imbibes the downpour unending.
About the author :
Ranapratap is an IT professional who also nutures his likings on poetry. He is in his 30’s and now stationed at Bangaluru._
On a Rain-lashed Day By : Ranapratap Mukherjee