Running down the sky
Blazing past the clouds
Fading away the wrinkles of age
What is holding it back
From tumbling down
And hitting
The perched surface of the earth.
The ground is rumbling from within
A drop of sun can caress its pain
A drop is about to fall
But when and when
Will it reach the earth
When will the glory slip
Into the caverns of buried past.
3 comments:
I don't know why but it feels like some deja vu when i read your poems....!
You have a way of making people feel so eased...
-Parshant Kumar
frozen...like in a moment in time.
Wonderful poem ... the picture goes well with it...
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