Saturday, March 29, 2014

There is no music here

Scattered, yellow autumn leaves
In abandoned streets
Thirsty for feet
for a quick rustle...

Swallows, flutter in haste
Seeking far away lands
Have muted selfishly
their sweet melodies...

Pop out, roasted chestnuts
all cracked & shocked
from the red heated pan, in pain
in rainy days...

What music,
Can nature play, 

for an empty soul
When you are

By Jahooli Devi

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