Poetry

Wind ( a poem )

The wind ran excitedly, Like an anxious young woman, Eager to share the secrets Which she heard the bushes whisper. Eager to share the tales Which she heard the mountains narrate. With the grand old trees Always pleasing, And sometimes annoying them With her chirpy chatters and endless musings. Love, ~Pramegha

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Childhood and Nostalgia

"Childhood It seems Was another dream After a weary day The one in which you smile, And wake up With but few recollections Few sweet recollections Childhood It seems Has dissolved Just like some essence In the old books In the crooked drawings Which smell like it And which I can But see and laugh… Continue reading Childhood and Nostalgia