Rema Pisharody, Author at The WFY

Here Sings The Spring

It is spring!Here in our cityWinter said farewellLeaving its blanketsOf mist and stoic silence.. Flowers bloom in delightAll around in

It is music of the ocean, So vast and deep, So profound and primal Of the hills and dales Of

Secret of life, So simple that a flower of the forest knows, And the sages of all eras repeat, in

A tiny droplet of miston a green leafHope and despair of a dreamThe lost alphabets of childhoodWanderers of the sky,Clouds

Words are magiciansWith so full of life and laughterIn a way they amass treasure minesOf strident idioms to entrap viewers..In

Look at the hill view,And those serene lakesAnd the cloud walksHe, the guide of the hillpaints a canvas in frontIt

At one point or the other We fight a million wars With ourselves And with the outer world For gains

Rain is a soft silken dream Of our celestial solitude A melody of hillocks and east wind, Of sorrows and

By Rema Pisharody Mirror in a wall reflects a portrait, Of us in a medium, Which artfully covers The endless

Heart and mind entwined In tune on a peace pact Summer heralded on sun beams A bay conceals its frantic