Noon Drive Poem by Naga Vamshidhar Ratakonda

Noon Drive

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Sun above the head direct,
No shadows to follow or lead;
Alone not myself, summer noon
Still on my drive's vertical top;

In the Convex of my drive,
It appears in the front mirrors,
Scattered and shattered bright,
Leaving no transport seen passing,
By the side or from behind;

Tender coconuts while I stop,
Served their waters hot and,
The sweating palms too cried,
Soon to be squeezed & sucked,
Else I dry to die on your drive;

Moments of floating clouds tiny,
Gave a gentle breeze surprise;
Peeping thru' the cloud doors,
Sun makes an escape run attempt,
To find me following and claims,
'Drive day belongs to me and it's a,
Chase between you and me'!

Flames of the forest either side,
Appeared gold in glitters,
As sharp rays from open sky,
Kissed the orange petal blooms,
And April blossoms at its best;

Miles covered with twilight sights,
Concave backs of the drive leaders,
Sizzled with plight showing the way,
For laggards behind to keep the pace;

From the parking lot I stare,
On the west side hills it was,
Not vanished at all and,
Evening still dragged;
Sun's long drive continued,
With no signs of night fall,
Though mine is finished!

Wednesday, February 14, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: driving,flower,flowers,natural,nature,sky,summer,summer time ,sun,vacation
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