• shivendra2002 5w


    Peeping through the window pane,
    The raindrops fall once again.
    Completely nourishing my soul-
    Are these prisms trying to console?

    Drifts of cool winds so mesmerising-
    So gently 'gainst my face- my body, striking
    And through my back driving anxiety whole
    Are these beauties trying to console?

    Enchanting aroma of the soil-
    Invites me to dance forgetting my turmoil.
    Benevolently wraps me, 'Oh yeah!' My soul-
    Yes- alluring nature as a wench is trying to console.