porodeshee megh

Wandering cloud, turn back to your return voyage, a safe trip home Send these to my reverie soul, one of a nomadic troubadour, vagabond When down pouring rain moisten the topsoil of thy land They do shed tears, heartache, with a lonely "room", happening in unknown the heartache in leaving would play along the flute beside even the river Jordan. The heartbreak of a rainy day charmed when a night lightening " O my own!" A heartbeat sank there in painstaking pensive in Eden Garden When flowers blossom, a moon arises the night takes a stay for a streak of moonlit whim, wishful in flight, to soar high and keen! None is slandering the shy gaze and the household subtle maze, to the ever sustaining one! (February 2025)