The sky may not always be blue
\nShades of darkness
\nAnd colours of the morning hue
\nAre not devoid of a desire
\nTo splash
\nAll that their pallete
\nHas
\nMay you soak Your eye
\nAnd ears
\nIn the dew unpolluted
\nWith the passionate yearnings
\nMay you absorb the grace of the shadows
\nOf the trees drooping
\nUnder the load of fruits
\nThat have to fall someday here
\nExcept the ones that
\nthe birds will savour
\nAnd scatter the seeds of shadows
\nMay be in my garden
\nBut can I host the new saplings
\nIn the unkept beds
\nWill I
\nIrrigate them
\nwith my tears
\nWill I immerse
\nThe roots of the emerging trees
\nIn the moistened soil of
\nAn incorruptible soul
\nTorn at its edges
\nBut with fully intact core ?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The sky may not always be blue Shades of darkness And colours of the morning hue Are not devoid of a desire To splash All that their pallete Has May you soak Your eye And ears In the dew unpolluted With the passionate yearnings May you absorb the grace of the shadows Of the trees … <\/p>\n