Sitting under the roof

_jyotsna27

Sitting Under the Roof

How I viewed it while sitting under the roof,

While the sun was slowly basking, 

and the chirp that lightened my 

Mood 

 

How I viewed it, while the water,

gently touched my feet,

Or the drizzle that soaked me

 

Don't ask, since none is the same

And the withering is all that is left,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: _jyotsna27 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 16th, 2024 08:22
  • Comment from author about the poem: The poem serves as a reminder to cherish what is at present and enjoy all what comes , since we will never get an opportunity to experience the same moment all over again
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 5


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