#pavizhamalli
Sun with its golden curls was peeping in
Horizon to horizon, the orange shade deepened
The red portico tiles glistened in the glow
Like polka dots on satin
Fair impressions lay scattered in the front yard
The queen of night, had shed tears of sorrow
Were they embarrassed?
The orange blush was palpable
I retrieve them
As the flower decoration progressed on the red tiles
A new identity was being evolved
The existential crisis, has been allayed
At least for this day.
Sep 4, 2020
Sep 4, 2020 at 11:29 PM UTC