on a rainy day.

Sitting on an armed chair 

Looking drizzling and  brezzing air,

Waving leafs and flowers sensing 

Smell of wetty like first rain drop fall  in 

Village soil .

Birds are busy to return their nest

Office goers returning with a hope to

Reach home as quick as possible 

To get love and affection from their b

Beloved.

I remember those days when my

Kids waits for me alongwith their sweet

Mom, those memories fading away 

With the time clicking!

Good days ahead, keep hopes are alive 

Never ever thought of insecure alone.