On sultry summer afternoons
When wind hoots and Whistles
Leaves dry,wither,tumble and fall
Unsettling the reflection formed
By causing ripples on the surface
As if to rake up memories
Locked beneath the calm water
Of the otherwise settled pond.
@Binita Jha
When wind hoots and Whistles
Leaves dry,wither,tumble and fall
Unsettling the reflection formed
By causing ripples on the surface
As if to rake up memories
Locked beneath the calm water
Of the otherwise settled pond.
@Binita Jha
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