Clouds play the trick on the urban sky,
Cocooning the sun and carpeting the heavens.
Then begins the monsoon showers,
The thirsty brown dust gulps in vapour,
Yielding a sweet, cool aroma,
So deep in a potter’s art,
Almost forgotten in the city life,
Greeting and gushing new feelings in me,
Its melody, high and low,
Drain out the city’s cacophony.
Game ends as the clouds melt down,
Unveiling the bathed sun’s gown!
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Wow I love it! A very interesting poem - I love the images you create with it. 🙂
thank you!:)
I love the way you wrote it! I can't really put my finger on it, but your poems somehow make very vivid images in my head (^_^)
No complaints from me. It's written with thought and understanding. So it turned out to be AWESOME!
thank you so much both of you! please review some more poems!
love its imagery!
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