Sunday Poem by siddharth singh.
Sunday
When a cloudy sunday entices you with it's invitation.
When the clouds wait for a trigger to pour their hearts down.
When the dry land lusts for the first drops of rain
to seep inside it and quench it's thirst.
When the clouds shelter the sun
from dawn till dusk.
When a cool breeze blows across your face,
and the weather is free from searing heat.
That's when the time is right to hit the road on your wheels! ! !
Lazy sundays, active dreams Joyrides by fresh streams What more can one ask for... Nostalgic is the word
yes, yes, yes, let's go hit the trail. Free Ridin of course. :)
A very refreshing poem. Builds up the perfect holiday mood.
spirited n enhusiastic eagerly waiting for one such sunday ..................its been long time
sunday it is! - the best time to pack your bags and explore... great poem! :)
'When the dry land lusts for the first drops of rain' and the human being yearns for few moments of total freedom to feel his oneness with nature, thats when he wants to be a roadie.10++
Such a softy lithe poem ended with ‘That's when the time is right to hit the road on your wheels! ! ! ’ … ‘Touch the road wheeling thro’ your love’ … well written…SiDh… ‘hit’ is ‘hurting’ the ‘searing’ too … please don’t sever … ‘searing’ … Ms. Nivedita UK PS 10
Such glorious unfolding imagery Siddharth. Everything made perfect for this day of rest and pleasure. I feel like taking off and having joy rides too. Great poem! 10 love Karin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 7:32:06 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Truly nostalgic poem..those sunday's when we were free birds..sky was our play ground..wow..i loved your poem