Stout-waisted Clouds Limp Across Skies.
Stout-waisted clouds
slowly limp across the skies-
Sun wihdraws his last glance over earth;
slowly slips into the mysteries of horizon-
A heavy silence hangs in the air around;
the day in sadness folds close its petals-
I salute in solemn gratitude;
paste yet another day to the past!
Aall of a sudden an emboldened star
peeps in blooming smile right over me-
A train speeds up in the distance;
seems its wheels run over others in crash!
Confused crows caw feebly at midnight
from unseen nests for reasons unknown.
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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