Green and Yellow

I don't like sunshine at a stretch Still, if it is staying away for long I am robbed of my roses A continuous rain a non-stop super express train I do criticize but then a few raindrops on tender leaves your cheeks I always smile at A lot of harboured images many a wavelengths behind the hedges Your too frequent footsteps renders me monotonous the thorns and thistles I miss Then again if no sounds at the door every day the plant pots look hollow As a matter of fact the soil has a thirst for new plants and creepers both native and alien folding the neck there the cotton clouds are descending from her hands I need a paper boat