My Backyard

 

Poetry Type: Quatrain

 

The place where rain drizzles to blend with the tree

And gives birth to beautiful,cheery flowers with a glee,

Rainbow makes visit to bless the newborn flowers

And it bends to kiss the flowers using it’s mighty powers.

 

The place where sun and moon plays hide and seek

They never embrace me,from my window I used to peek,

Active birds and hasty clouds tampers their play

Winds  being  a passionate spectators,droves them away.

 

The place where peacocks exhibits its plumage

And peahens flirts peacocks for a bondage.

A shower of continual rain endows a small pond

Seldom birds stays here as guests from oceans beyond.

 

The place where I wish to stay,my another world,

The place  far away from the world where I was hurled,

Which gives me a new loaf of life,after escaping from that graveyard

And living without disturbing the nature,well,this is my backyard !

 

-Sudharsana Srinivasan