First rain of the season
Though I have understood that reading is more important than writing and after reading more and more I have realised that my writings have been of poor quality and quality comes from self effortlessly.
But this has been an annual affair now for Chirayu to recite a few lines in front of his class and I try to write a few lines for him which i don't say is a poem :)
First rain of the season
Its petrichor* the fragrance
when I feel and sense;
I dance and sing the songs
my soul just goes buoyant!
*petrichor is the fragrance of the soil after the first rain of the season.
I smell the lovely wind
after the heated months;
and my heart is drenched
when the first rain comes.
I am not alone, you know;
to cheer with me, are the plants;
waiting in the window
they were bored for the months!
trees standing tall around
hug others and swing
those dull and dusty leaves
are lush and so pristine
I hop on the cycle
and go to ride around
I ride up the hill
n roll down, down, down!
joyous trees wave to me
with the musical breeze;
roaring waves of the ocean
dance to make me please.
Read more...
