The Gnome Of My Love. Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

The Gnome Of My Love.

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Raining not bad
Evening come flying at noon.
The Kadamba Tree on the bank of the offing river
as if mystery blue castle
An unknown bird seen folding wings
Sat on a branch of lightening-tree far away
Rain, the skillful artist
Started drawing landscape of my silly Love

Nay! the portrait of the gnome of my love.

Wednesday, May 25, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: love and art
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