I'm feeling this again
Anonymous happiness
Coursing through my veins
Running parallel to the joy in lanes.
Trees wavering
As breeze turn into gale
Sun glittering
No chances for hail.
Great white clouds
Rolling across the sky
Looks like great cities
Floating above the high.
Squirrels' guttural snaps the silence
Or it is broken by bangs of door
People must have left them ajar
And now they are acting like waves on shore.
Everything is turning more lively
Everything is looking more charming
But everyone is busy and occupied
Only I'm here to praise the noon before I nap.
~ AshishK
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The Long Road To Home
PoetryA collection of 50 poems composed by me, aka Ashish Khare. These are the ones I wrote during lockdown. Here, I talk about feelings like loneliness, incomplete love and even patriotism. Give these a read!
