Poetry Type: Free Verse
Silver black clouds passing slowly as a wayfarer man
Staying as sojourner in all areas ranging minutes to hours.
In regions where flora and fauna waits for its arrival,
In regions where sand dunes plays to wind’s tune and
Regions where verdurous roots swims in plethora of water
And bushes sleeps in wet air surrounding their colony.
The sky splashing achromous drops of paints on earth
To increase the hue of lifeless leaves,colorless flowers,
Shade-less woods,protein-less fertile lands – warm rays
Of the fireball filtered by atmosphere to dry the painting.
Image Source: www. scenicreflections.com
At last,the generosity of rain god in my state a couple of weeks ago not only exempted drought of rainfall, but, also drought of my imagery. I am happy that I could write a poem again. Thoughts are welcomed as I feel like I have written my first poem.