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Thick white clouds on
a solitary morning
settled on the garden-bench
leaving it misty and wet
for a long long time.
engulfing vacant calmness
was smeared on the trees.
Purple, White, Yellow flowers
laced with the cold dew
look crumpled under the sun.
early buds of the grass
strewn on the brown flower bed
were crushed by
the hurried footsteps
of no significant destination.
baby sparrows and squirrel
quarrel over a tiny piece
of grain resting on the
windowsill for long,
all drenched in the night-rain.
fallen leaves of neem tree
lie scattered all over
sensing the
deadly stillness of
within and without.
~17/02/2011~
Parul,
for me this is the most vivid verse –
“early buds of the grass
strewn on the brown flower bed
were crushed by
the hurried footsteps
of no significant destination.” – theses last 2 lines are wonderful.
The cloud, mist, stillness, silence create the setting for the last verse – this pause for thought,
Gion