As the monsoon recedes, with vengeance
Sun livid strikes back, but gives up pretence
By mid noon, it retreats and westwards race,
Far from city scape, it slips leaving no trace.
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there is a feeling of soothing, calm and gentleness about this poem.beautiful experience to read and enjoythoroughly.great write mamta! best wishes. ritty
Your poetic music plays a beautiful prelude to autumn. Thank you for permitting me to share this experience with you. You have created moonlight magic with your creative pen. Love, SandraX
When the prelude is so lucid and stunning What would be the plight of season upcoming? Sensation touches sky high This read takes me into paradise so I sigh. To quote Emily Bronte.. 'Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree” Here, every line speaks heaven to me Uttering from the autumn glee. Nice..nice and only nice... is this.
Mamta, you wrote this with the gentle air of bliss, a stillness that accepts life as it comes, lights go out but moonbeams caress your face, Relief from heat of day at dusk. A lovely poem that goes into my favourites. Warm regards Bob 10+++
A beautiful prelude to Autumn Mamta.....one of the most colourful seasons of the year depending in which place you are...10/10
I embrace the quiet; no background score or strains. It sums up the mind and mood of the prelude.10+++++++++ CP
Ah, I am always enthralled by the serenity of your words! ! ! !
sweet autumn captured sweetly ---fine phrasology! ................pictographs are beauteous! --------------compact beauty bloomed! 101010101010+
Those are beautiful words on autumn.