Sharmila Menon Poet Narrative

Random Thoughts On a Lazy Evening

Patches of dark clouds

Came floating by

Intruding the gold

That mingled with the blue in the sky

If one thought

The dark clouds would mar

They were proved wrong

For the dark too fell at par

Like strokes from a brush

Wielded by a hand delicate

That carelessly swept

Not thinking where it led

Once the deed done

Would have woken with a start

But seeing the result

The smile would have drawn the lips apart

For it brought out

The freshness in the blue

And enhanced

The fire in the golden hue.

Life’s canvass too,

If one thought deep

Only becomes richer

Amidst innumerable careless deed.

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