Evening Walk1 min 11.8K 1 min 11.8K
As I begin my walk, the mind begins its talk
The inner and outside noise synchronized
Poetry begins, the words get verbalized.
Bougainvillea with many a hue
Of white, pink, and purple.
The tree growing taller day by day
As if pining for her lover, in the sky
He takes the cue, sends the cloud under his rein
She, happy to get drenched in his rain of love.
The clouds looking gloomy and grey
But it sent the rain, for more I pray
The wall at the compound nearing completion
Not one divisive, just a physical barrier to remain.
The money plant grows abundantly
The economy of the country falls flailing
She says “it is all in safe hands.”
Wish the money was in poor’s hands.
Sweat broke out on the brow
I heard the calling of the returning crow
Wound up my walk, to nature I did bow.