Sunday, May 3, 2020


Title: weaving the words
Author: Prasanna Kkumar
IFCH member: INDIA

                             

as the weather showed
the sign of likely shower,
cuckoo clambered to nestle
themselves with coos of a cuddle,
young birds shivered with chill
and the mothers huddle
then embracing them with the quill
that's when poets pen started
weaving words about
Nature's drill,
with untimely fiddle
the drizzle turned out to be hell,
with flood gnawing the rill
rivers recoursed to roaring spell,
that unleashed the pestilence
thrown into the perdition.

:copyright:PrasannKkumar

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