THE GIRL WITH THE DESIRE OF A HORNBILL

Published September 18, 2012 by aquaturtleme

The girl who loved rain

And its mesmerising beauty

Was left to spend the prime

Of her youth in the deserts….

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The stage when

Life has its colours

Dreams attach wings

& emotions catch fire

 

It would have been beautiful

If there were cloudbursts too

To quench her passion &

To bring out the cadence in her..

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She misses the moist breeze

Rainstorms & the murky envelope

The rhythm of the raindrops,

& the rock ‘n’ roll of the downpour

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But accepts the sandstorms,

Hot zephyr & the barrenness around

Because its her life

& the times can never be got back

 

So she endures the drabness of the aura

Devoid of all bloom & charm

But preserves in her heart &mind

The faddish celerity of the naughty falls!!

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14 comments on “THE GIRL WITH THE DESIRE OF A HORNBILL

    • yes, indeed… being able to live in an atmosphere, where the nature’s shades come up in is beautiful diversity is a gr8 deal….for me, i hail from a very beautiful place with a wide coastal line up & lot of monsoons, with no extreme climates, so every year v look forward 4 the vacations 2 b back der…..

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