vaishnavi simhasanam Poems

on opening the feathers,
its look like a bird but those
are the steps of the rain.....
looking its hands it looks like a bow with colourful world...
...

far away from the city,
in the shade of cool hut.
far away from the black cage,
with the wings of fresh Breeze,
...

The droplets twirl gracefully within the ash-laden mist.

The trees are greeting the new season with open branches.
...