A Few Lines Poem by Rajeswari A V

Thread-like rain waters my lawn with a humid chatter,
Sucking, in return, the smell of my sleeping soil
A rose bud graced in shiny drops glitters with pride
A tiny bird with wet wings tries to sing its grievances out
An ever-miserable mist lingers in an unseen playground
Hoping to wipe out the stain of old maladies
Still, feigning slumber, smiles the gorgeous sun,
Wrapping his face in a blurred blanket.