The raindrops pitter patter
On roof top,
Throughout the night
The fragrance of my
Native soil, the nostalgia
And pieces of sky
Are wrapped
Under the tree leaves.
It is the same sky
Whose colour had
Unknowningly attracted me,
And led to a pathway,
Towards the City.
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Why the night is so silent?
Is it in deep sleep?
Or lost in it's own romance!
Or may be indication of thunderstrom?
Why the night is so silent? ?
Self not sure of destination,
By persuation, by temptation
Of the sky's colours,
The pathway brought me here.
No one knows,
Where did it disappear,
Or got rainwashed,
Abandoning the Destination
At the cross-road.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem