Driving down the highway
Lashing rains washing the wheels
Wipers loosing the battle
Patters turn wild
Noisily disrupting the symphony
He missed her, yearned for her smiles
She would have rolled down the window
Letting the raindrops in for a while
Her presence hovering
Her thoughtful gestures and strong mind
Her innocent heart and truthful smile
All of her is ever so kind
Her thoughts, they cast a spell
the dark clouds paved way
Dusk crawled in
Blending colors, orange and grey
Then suddenly the silver serene ball
Peered out of the notorious cloud
Beaming, glowering, large and round
Bringing in memories afresh, left me spellbound
Poem inspiration and Picture courtesy – Sid Balachandran who pens ever so beautifully at I Wrote Those
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Beautiful and soothing, Arpita. Full justice to Sid’s click:)
Thanks for reading Vishal.
Beautifully crafted poem, Arpita. And thank you for the tag 🙂
Thanks for reading Sid. The photograph is wonderful!