On a sluggish afternoon
A prolonged rain draws
The drizzling curtain
On my chilled window
Dark sorrowing clouds
Gather on my roof
Like marauding vultures
Preying On my dying spirit
Terror arrests the time
Ticking stifled to death
The Horrified cuckoo
Conceals in the clock
Tattered paper pleads
Not to ink it anymore
Pen slips out of hand
Refuses to note my pathos
Setting gloom kindles,
Thick soot of regrets
From core of hearth
Where anger had blazed
Exhaustion takes over
And I yield to sadness,
Teary eyes fixed on sky
Awaiting a streak of SUN….! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Oh Seema, You just like me I was also awaiting to see that Sun shines on all of us-that one who is so pure of thought and mind- that one who is so sensitive- and wants to hide behind the clouds at the mere sound of harsh word from the thunder. A beautiful write and A++++++++ and 10++++++++++XXXX100 love anju
Your words, your verses so powerful! beautifully expressed! 10++++++
awaiting an enthusing sun to come out of moody clouds...nice imagination here, Seema...10
and the streak of sun will come soon.....its a very beautiful poem indeed, while reading it i float to imaginery world of mine, this poem relates me, i wish the streak comes out soon or it'll be too late....thanks for sharing this wonderful poem and it goes to my fav.10+++++++++++ and ++++++++++A
The personification of the sun, which is masculine, and adress him and pine for him is a theme where the passion has been cleverly poured. a well strctured poem the sun is fortunate provided he knows the longing. i know.
The Sun streaks...............silver lining diminishes.............the clock ticking....awaits...........the crying limbs....blazing to the air! What a streaking piece Seema.
This is very good. Different from ur other positive poems. Used good metaphors and similies. I liked it so much.............10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a lovely poem..well penned.. A 10 Ency Bearis