The overcast skies,
The gray texture looming with hues of bries,
And endorsing the previous downpour,
Were the water puddles scattered on the moor.

The fidget wind leaving with egress,
Making the waves a tad restless,
The restive seagulls were flying around,
And the tall coconut trees swaying with a trail of sound.

And then it started to drizzle,
The tiny droplets covered the ground,
Some ran for shelters,
But few leaped, raring to leave the compound.

Such was the nature’s essence,
To its rhythm the creation surrounds,
Every living soul in the Mother Earth’s embrace,
Danced to its lasting redound.

Copyright Β© Shantanu Baruah

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