
Artist: Lilla Cabot Perry
Ten storey standing tall,
Down I glance, ringing my ears a faint song.
My eyes skim, travel across,
I stare at the luscious tree tops.
Is it a bird in bloom?
or music playing in some room?
At the edge, almost to fall,
Inspired by the melody is search for long.
The road silent,stagnant at dawn.
Machines not yet started to swarm.
And then at last, my eyes stop and stance.
A small boy, a speck but spark,
singing to school an enlightening song.
Like a snail moving slow,
enjoying the drops,nature's galore.
chiming in his childish voice,
to music of the rain divine.
Abruptly as the showers burst to hail,
The little angel speeds up fast.
Turning at the winding road, disappearing almost gone.
Drenched,i stand still,
Tthe rain piercing hitting in.
I pray you be humble to him rain.
Let the sun ripen his heart,
Nothing sour.
for him, let life be a lunch of sweet tarts.
Enjoyed reading this.
ReplyDeleteAnd that picture reminds me of Tom Sawyer.
@haddock
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beautifully painted picture....nd i mean it as a metaphor for da poem...coz it almost sketches da scene in front of ur eyes.....luvd it! :)
ReplyDeleteB E A U T I F U L poem!
ReplyDeletehey abhi T H A N K YOU yar :) hehe tc
ReplyDeleteFantastically summarizes the variations of thought in a superb collection of beautiful words ....
ReplyDeletekeep it up ....
awesome...use of soft and touching words...great work..keep it up!!!
ReplyDeleteLovely poem.
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