Friday, November 11, 2011


On the tip of the green

lies a crystal tear

Holding on to the green

As her end comes near.

Up and down

waved the green in rage

On it was the tear

Clutching her edgy cage.

At the Earth's womb

burst a little pod

It longed for a tear

And begged the green to nod

Scared of the Earth

the tear begged not

She wished to be caged

But freedom, she got.

She saw a bloom of life

When on the pod, she fell

Now happily, she rained on

with her tales, she would tell...


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pandiaaaaa said...

beautiful :) to cry and not to cry :)

Simran said...

Loved it's wording :)
Nicely expressed!

vanilla sky said...

Visited your blog after long...loved the rhymings :)

Arnab Majumdar said...

It's interesting that I wrote something about rain last night as well! It's a beautiful thing, isn't it? The rain...? :)


Casey Freeland said...

Beautiful piece.