Last On The Road Poem by sekharan pookkat
Last On The Road
Walking lazy on the road
Enjoying the cool breeze
Nicely hitting on the face
Is so touching togather memories.
Now the glaciers disappeared
Concertos backed to the nightmare
A well-bred wench hail stoned
The new fusion music of all times.
The cupids arrow hit on the road
And the boundaries wrinkled again
Crossed another path parallel to thee
Enjoying the cool breeze from the mountain.
A beautiful poem with a sweet flow. Each stanza is a gem. Thanks for sharing. Loved it.
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5/4/2024 6:37:27 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A morning or an evening walk along the road enjoying the cool breeze is a beautiful experience! A lovely write!