Through The Clubhouse Poem by Prasanna Mishra

Rainbow on a cloudless sky
Vibrant legs
Some hidden
Immersed
In rhythmless symphony
Many riders
On the lone horse;

A childhood friend
I reminisced
Sharing of books
Of anecdotes
And tiffin-box
His stretched hands
I responded
He passed by
A friendly speck of nimbus
To shower
In the garden
Of someone else;

Silence of night
Outside
Filtered the distant music
An appetiser
For the feet
Frozen
At retreat;

A mighty peepul
In the suburb
At its feet
A dark faceless frame
Drum in hand
Sublime music
Before the poor's Trinity;

Sans pretension
Sans suppressed passion
I encountered
God's noble creation.