Sunday, October 03, 2004

After The Rainfall

Wandering innocence floats like a dream
Lo vapors crayoned into a misty cream
Night blankets o’er a lonely road
Twinkle, glimmer a rain drop’s shiny coat
Trees arch like an old king’s corridor
Twirling leaves sway and bow, in elegance
Two birds twitter acquaint on an old chimney
Sleeps a nigh cottage in quaint olive green
And I in lieu impersonate my shadow
Tracing his steps under the gliding lamps
All that is to be felt vapors into thin air
Time absorbs such ethereal fragrance
And stills, music droops from the willow tree
Touches the river ere it quivers the heavens


Junaid Afghani
3rd Oct 2004