Delayed Monsoon, Senryu Poem by indira babbellapati

I read these three lines many times to relate what all i can to.........and mind goes on relating to broken trees, broken bottle tops, street children's life, a bleeding heart, a revenging thought, a mighty arm, .........and what all i'm able to..............this is a true crisp of short poems....we ought to start somewhere with a idea and it never ends.......can conceive a thing...emerging a finite thing! !

short and sweet...I shall still keep my hopes alive...monsoon always touches Delhi on 29 June...even if it is just 10 drops...

a sad senyu to show the sad situation. Good.