POEM 1

                                        DEW DROPS ON MY WINDOW........                              


 I wondered when the small circles hit the glass,
whether they were mixed or pure.
I wondered when the cold icy winds,
had many drops of endure....

It was a cold hard face of a rusty weather,
Stones were going rocky and chattering,
Like a very downward motion,
The strong voice of the birds chirping.

When I heard the kids splashing in the puddles,
and the people growling about the leakage.
The raincoats were held in the windows of the houses,
And the people are complaining about the bad drainage.

But inside, there is a very uncanny silence,
Walls are still and you can only hear the chattering of the rain.
It seems like the 3 musketeers are rampaging on the wall,
And the french revolution is taking place on the lane.

Much after the rains going cats and dogs,
I saw the environment outside.
The dew drops on my window,

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