Unmarked Impressions
Heavy downpour
On that full moon night
Huddled together.
When I stretched out
Beaming moon
Shortened shadows
Gentle breeze
Lightning strikes
Thunder bellows
And more it pours.
Washed with water
Branches sparkle
Pebbles in the stream
Gems indeed.
Shadows swing
Stable ones
Provide the ring
And the drops which fall
Leave an impression
Un marked.
poem by Sanjay Mehta
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