When the rain tips toe on the bars…
I hear a clutter of sound in my ears…
The scream of the lost cop… The feet off the abandoned road…
The fleet of the crowded load…
The curse of a squeezed fowl…
The wish of a lonesome soul…
The roar of the mighty thunder…
The bark of the dog that surrender…
The meow of the cat that squinter …
The wail of the wolf in rows…
The moo of the milking cows…
The gush of the angry river…
The fist of the slow server …
The sway of the branches…
The throbbing of the crutches…
The croak of the dancing frog…
The silence of the floating fog…
The flapping of the penguins…The slashing of the mannequins…
The closing of the shutters…
The gossip that mutters…
The yawn of the sleepy mouth…
The scent of rain travelling south…
The glance of you before me…The sting of you mumble bee…
The brisk flicker of my eyelashes…
The leisure appearance of my blushes…
The laughter of my mates…
The silence of their fates…The cry of happiness…
The smile of lazyness…
The dip of the rain drops...
On the leaves of the tree tops..
...dat was beautifully written...
ReplyDelete..wen we observe things wid our magnified mind...poetry flows..
..d way it has streamed out of ur mind n ' caged ' into dis poem...
O'SM LY WRITTEN LOL...
ReplyDeleteD RHYMIN WAS GREAT!!!