Mystery

From every side the silence was roaring in such a way

answers came even for questions not asked….

Here a friendship had started to deepen with autmn

There a fresh youthfulness came upon dry trees…

The clouds were tumbling black ink into the skies

Like a silver dart a milky moon came tearing through…

Raindrops were pouring down full of zest and color

The showers held as if fresh dewdrops like blessings…

Bharat Thakur