"craok" poems
Gloomy mood cheered up by the rain
It washes away our sorrow and pain
Lets cherish the nature's moment
Hark! the pleasant tip tap of rain
a rainy day
Boys,girls,young and old
Man,women, rich and poor
Do not resist to fall in love with
The thunder, drizzle, hail or snow
a rainy day
A curious frog hops up at the sky
Its right time to leap high
Craok! he calls intimately his
Better half to celebrate the rain
a rainy day
A plumule peeps out the pip
His first sight sees the drops
The crops dance along the stalk
The grains in wheat sips the drops
a rainy day
For me
The rain hides my tears
You can say its my fears
To lose my love in rain
Don't worry
Its a drop not my tears!!
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 3:55 AM UTC
"THE AGE OF BLOOM"
the evening is busy
growing the garden
the grass works tirelessly
at its quotidian task
only time
seems asleep
silence casts
a long shadow
leaving it to evening
to hurry along a tree’s leaves
and to shade in a sky
with a blue blackness
making a night that fits
together bit by bit
supplying just enough
gravity for an apple to fall
into the lap
of the classical statue
the flowers practice
their colours
like actresses
waiting in the wings
the stars craok
every frog - a ventriloquist
the white statue laughs
unashamed of its ******
as are the lovers
Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 6:24 PM UTC