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Father And Son, In The Rain.

It has been raining continuously for three days. The rain had stopped in the morning for few hours,

but the skies looked angry. It seemed as if the clouds would burst out any moment.

Palpitations among people were visible early in the morning. Those who had gone to their offices, were ditching their bosses and returning home as fast as possible without even stepping in the periphery of their offices.

I was simply looking at the situation from a viewer’s perspective and found that the situation was not normal for anyone and the rain was truly the king making everyone think of their cosy homes.

Amongst those who were in the spate of returning fast home, I saw a young father carrying his son and he was walking rapidly, and the traffic couldn’t disturb him. He walked in a fast, steady pace.

They too seemed to be in a hurry to go back home.

The way the father had taken up his son in his lap astonished me for the son was aged about six-seven years of age, and maybe the son was tired, so his father was carrying him. It unusual for a parent to carry their children when they have crossed the age of three or four, and the distance he already walked wasn’t less either. The road’s other end was at a far off end.

Rain brings so many memories, so much happiness, so much glee, but it also brings out human nature, which is of love, care and bond.

Adios!

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The Whispering Winds.


The whispering winds,

Say a lot of things.

They know the earth,

They are well aware of all the sounds.

The whispering winds,

Tell the secrets of eternity to the little ones,

Who play.

Little do they understand what it means,

But the winds keep a brilliant records of the things

Happening all around.

The whispering winds,

Can rock a cradle.

Can fell a few leaves.

They can make a crying baby fall asleep,

They can change the course of a match.

They are mighty, gentle and sometimes ruthless,

But my friend King Lark,

Is there God,

And they have to listen to him.

Adios!

N.B.-Keep a lookout for the whispering winds.Who knows? They might come to visit you.

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I Went To An Island.

I Went to an island,

There were great chips over there.

The drinks, especially the mocktails,

Were superbly made.

I went to an island,

It was a place to dream,

But it was in truth,

In real.

Playing volleyball over there felt authentic,

So did the sea.

Didn’t go for a boat ride,

Or for surfing,

But it was more than enough for me.

I went to an island,

Which was free,

But Ah!

Here lies the trick,

For the moment I opened my eyes,

The dream ended,

And I realized,

That island which is free,

Exists only in dreams,

Where money doesn’t matter at all.

Adios!

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A Feather In One’s Hair.

A feather in one’s hair,

Was a surprise to the people all around.

They looked at him,

In question.

But stopped short of asking any.

A feather in one’s hair,

Means a sign of being extraordinary,

But what if a man simply puts a feather in his hair?

Then that would be said to be to the latest fashion.

It’s hard to decide what is right or wrong.

A feather in one’s hair,

Is a sight rarely seen.

Adios!