Clusters of cloud
surrounded me like a mist of haze.
The lush green hills
were breathtakingly beautiful to gaze.
My car was piercing through
the hills on a wet slippery road.
When the sheep were
climbing the hills in hoards.
Suddenly i got engulfed by the clouds,
inside them i wished
they must never let me out.
Wishes don't always come true,
beyond me the clouds went
passing me through.
Rarely did a vehicle pass by
fascinated and intrigued was i
with the lovely woods i stood by.
Little children were returning from school
some had umbrella's while some were game
cause for them, everyday it was just the same.
I was watching it all
slowly gathering my memories
scattered along the road.
Last time here a bright sun had shone.
Even then the children
were returning from school,
and then their umbrella's had kept them cool.
I crossed a bridge over a spring.
The light drizzle created ripples
on the water of the spring.
A streak of sunlight finally
managed to make its way
filtering through the imposing trees
casting shadows on the road.
The drizzle was not ready to let up,
how mystic and magical was the set up?
Oh god! I thought, cursing myself
why the hell am i leaving this paradise behind
just to meet an appointment in time.
(As visualised while on my tour.)
' copyright 2009 siddharth singh.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.