“The rain drops pensively”
--- ( Guardian)
March, Spring , Soaring
or boring,
Sunday comes inevitable : all of
Us steal some time, in the timelessness
Of this Time’s
clandestine scheme,
To be one with
Sunday’s leisure.
Yet ongoing and perpetual.
The rain drops pensively
at the sudden
bizarre events
outside and amidst
like
volcano and void.
We chat, draw,
sing and paint
and all with
the concurrence of
Sunday’s sundial shine
and move.
To undo our
antipathy and beget
New emblems with efficient spins
and carve. Bird
watches with us
as if to partake of our chat.
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