Best Timesound Poems
whispering rain
outside the window....
raining whisper
softly spoken words
getting embarrassed....
sound of silence
second's hand ticking
an old wall clock....
sound of time
dragging its feet
time moving slowly....
a silent future
© kashinath karmakar
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Six o’clock on a Sunday morn
I hear the call of a forlorn
Dove. Its mourning sound so sadly
pled evokes a melancholy.
It spurred my thinking back in time
When I was of another mind:
A time when we had fell in love
And witnessed by a turtledove.
So many springs have come and gone
And still I hear its cry at dawn.
A sound that conjures up in me
A sad but loving reverie:
A daydream of that morning bird
Whose sad refrains we both had heard.