They Came Alive {A Poem on Nature}

I heard the Rain Drops talk, 

Talking to me, in different tones

Sometimes whispering,

and other times..

Like a Lion roaring. 

And I’ve observed the moon walk

Walking along with me, whenever

I change my place with a certain velocity

How do they cope up with my pace? 

My mind’s eternal curiosity. 

And i’ve seen the sun smile.

Smiling at my morning face. 

Rays of happiness, that sunshine bright,

That smile appears so distinct

Irrespective of the distance or the height. 

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About Chetan

A twenty year old infant who fears if crows may shit on him or if Bengali aunties' umbrellas may prick him in the eye. He is currently waiting for Mamata Banerjee to leave Kolkata.

Posted on June 17, 2011, in February Compositions.. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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