Tuesday, September 13, 2011

A WALK IN THE DRIZZLE

Drizzling fairly, and alone he did walk amidst
Moist were his clothes and so was his face
Overcast was the sky and in the air there was mist
He kept on moving slowly at his own pace
No one noticed the joy he expressed in his gait
Others were sad for a drizzle albeit
Looking at skies once in a while he walked with a smile
And in the mist, he faded, after a while
A face so seldom has seen devoid of any guile
Wish there were a few alike in the world that is so agile, so fragile
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  1. ReemaDecember 27, 2011 at 1:11 AM

    i knw the situation wen u wrote this in a rainy day....its an instant poem rit..i like tha one ji :)

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