A lazy noon resting under the trees
It’s head in the shade and feet stretching
Towards the sun.
A cow’s tail flicking slowly at flees
As it listened to decibels decreasing
In the air that spun
The hour without a crease
For the evening that was waiting
To wear it when done.
P C JAIN
June 3, 2015 at 8:26
Good to see awakening of the poet in you Nadira. Enjoyed the new creation.
dreamingthruthetwilight
June 4, 2015 at 8:26
Don’t address me with big lables Jainsaab. I feel intimidated 🙂