Drizzles as cold as fears,
Lightening flashes; storm clouds strive.
Loud the peals of thunder,
Odors of wet earth so alive.
Monsoon showers here fire,
Brim us waters pure.
Sun caressing a bastion of men,
Ever painted sight in stone.
With naught but love to pen,
Upon the bank a poet lone.
Savoring cynosure his brown eyes,
Gloss in the sun like little spies.
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Bridal tears
PoetryA journey of a stream from its mountain fount to the sea. An odyssey which takes you through forests and into rivers along with the ever changing seasons. Join the waters as they flow ever so grand in poesy. The partition of the odyssey is based on...
