Monday, July 17, 2017

Drip.. Drop.. Drip..


Drip.. Drip.. Drip..
The rain drops tickled me;
soft as a feather,
light as bubble,
reminding me to smile.

Drip.. Drip.. Drip..
Red umbrella came to my rescue,
when the rain wrapped around,
not letting me go, as I stood
in the middle of nowhere.

Drip.. Drip.. Drip..
With grass green shirt,
sky blue skirt and
earthy brown boots,
I felt a part of nature.

Drip.. Drip.. Drip..
New music surrounded me;
rain drumming on the umbrella,
boots splashing the puddle,
laughter bubbling from my heart.

Drip.. Drop.. Drip..
Pitter.. Patter.. Pitter..
Splish.. Splash.. Splish..
Giggle.. Laugh.. Giggle..
The child in me is back again.


Painting by Mrs Ratna Pochiraju

4 comments:

  1. Good one especially 3rd stanza is awesome....

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    1. These words are wings ...higher they go than any bird can fly...sometimes bold, mean or shy...beneath the shallows or higher on sky...on the lines of a poem they ply

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    2. Thank you Sudha aunty. I'm glad you enjoyed reading it.

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    3. Quote: "These words are wings ...higher they go than any bird can fly...sometimes bold, mean or shy...beneath the shallows or higher on sky...on the lines of a poem they ply"

      Thank you. The lines are beautiful.

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