What do I say about Jay? He’ll agree and disagree with everything I say;)
I’ll let his poem do all the talking –
Kicking off my blanket I sat in my bed
cuz of cold breezily flow over my head
I had a gander at the window
On hearing the cry of Widow
Since there was no one near by
A beautiful Mirage came by…
afloating like the belly of fatman
Green dews adrifted in a gleeful leaf
Ravishing it was to my eye.
Only for that alone. But why?
Because it wasn’t to my ear….
I could still hear
The cry of Widow….
Since i was too good in the art of pry
I decided to have a try
Why do you cry,Oh little one?
Its petals turned away soon
Not angrily like the Women do
But to smile at the sun…
I realised ..
The cry of widow is not outside
But its inside
Like the flower did
I did smile
This morning Dews didn’t ascend up alone
But with my worries.
(Could you put up the meaning and significance of this in the comment box Jay? 😀 )