Scorching weather...
A Dull sky...
Leaves have turned pale and yellow.
And have no desire to cleave together.
Flowers have withered away.
The new ones were nipped in the bud.
Parched petals scattered here and there.
Casting their skeletal shadow, the gigantic branches stand
embarrassed.
Robbed of its green wealth, it stands with stooping
shoulders.
Wishing to tumble down soon.
Inundated with miseries, the flame is about to be
extinguished.
The flame is enjoying its last vigorous dance!
Viewing all this from the hilltop, the ogress is having her
last laugh.
2 comments:
Hi Dhara,
This is a very fresh writing and taking me to a trans state if I read it by looking in to the image you have posted for this blog.
It's like simply mesmerizing and giving pleasure to my soul.
This is an amazing writing! I like your skill so much. You are a good writer.
Cheers!
Regards
Karthek Yakkati
Kartheek,
Glad that you liked my piece of writing.Thanks a ton for the compliment.
Keep visiting this blog:)
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