Panorama

by Satish Verma

The rain washed the
moon. I am going to talk
to clouds,
for a pause.

*

A serene
quietness.
Rain comes down in rhythmic dance.
No bird will sing now.

*

I will watch
the bougainvilleas,
Shedding the coloured bracts
on velvety grass.

04-Nov-2013

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