One Afternoon

Tue, 08/07/2018 - 12:35 -- ngopes

It is little past noon,

Roads are quite,

except for few cars passing

hums my ears,

sun from cloudless sky,

A thin air blows through,

trees branches  & flowers

casting cool long-shadow underneath.

Green leaves dry in the sun,

Sitting near my computer,

I look through slighlty open curtain,

just enough to see the view outside,

I hear the sound of  train approaching,

quietly at the station nearby,

Sound of children and disappear,

Computer monotonously,

hums next to me.






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