09-21-2014, 02:15 AM
Walking bare footed on the turf of past
With an unusual nonchalance for the changing
season,
Spring's music echoed and died away so fast,
But no songs or laments did reach this garden.
Sweet fragrance of ripe fruits went unnoticed
Wind wandered around with unheard whispers
And the thunderstorms above just stared,
troubled,
Bird held their tongues fearing impolite answers
With foggy vision I looked above at sky
The welcoming rainbow's smile
But couldn't return the gesture, why?
I wonder till this while.
With an unusual nonchalance for the changing
season,
Spring's music echoed and died away so fast,
But no songs or laments did reach this garden.
Sweet fragrance of ripe fruits went unnoticed
Wind wandered around with unheard whispers
And the thunderstorms above just stared,
troubled,
Bird held their tongues fearing impolite answers
With foggy vision I looked above at sky
The welcoming rainbow's smile
But couldn't return the gesture, why?
I wonder till this while.