Sunday, June 23, 2013

A photo rolled day...

Sometimes
A squall,
A lightning,
A golden glow
From heaven...
A river flow like  poem...
A wandering chance...
A letter from France...
A breeze with smell of a lotus pond...
A ride playing truant with fate...

Reminds one so much of her
A photographer...

Much like one
Who under a mango tree
Took shelter
After the escape
From city's din  and bustle...

Sometimes
A squall
A golden glow
Takes one
To a reread...

And
An unknown
Yet known
Rainy feel in one again breeds...

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