indira babbellapati

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Summer Games - Poem by indira babbellapati

Clouds hoisted hopes
Cool breeze caressed the skin
That was in the morning
By afternoon the penetrating sun
In his scalding passion
Spread on the anticipating skin

How come the clouds behave
Like a 'play-boy butterfly? '

Don't you know
Clouds are roaming romeos
While sun is a commanding lover...

and earth is a passionate receptacle


Comments about Summer Games by indira babbellapati

  • Somanathan Iyer (5/31/2013 12:05:00 PM)

    Put together we are mere toys in the games played by nature! . Thanks for sharing. (Report)Reply

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  • Tirupathi Chandrupatla (5/31/2013 7:36:00 AM)

    Clouds, earth and sun playing games as we keep watching. Nicely written. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 30, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, May 31, 2013


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