THE TERRACE

POEM

Until the afternoon

Sun was in his ‘true colours’

spreading warm light across the land.

In came the evening slowly, gradually

and along with it to my

embarrassment and sadness

dark clouds started weaving

a blanket in the sky

hiding the sun from my eyes.

Darkness spread across the land

and the evening looked like

the approach of night

untimely approach of night.

Along with it frequent

golden lines of  lightning appeared in

the sky followed by thundershowers

reminding me of ear-splitting explosions

in the battle-fields.

My dream of evening walk

along the terrace

got dimmer and dimmer

and closing the doors

I started walking to and fro

in the hall of my residence

with gloom in my eyes.

Thru the windows I could

see the golden lines of

lightning appearing

and disappearing in split-seconds

and the unrelenting thunder showers

often forcing me  to shut my ears with my palms

to escape from the

spell-binding explosions

piercing my tympanic membranes.

What all I missed

were the  beautiful

landscapes around me near and afar

as also the flats, the pedestrians

and vehicles flowing down the road.

Awaiting to enjoy the

verdant landscapes,

pedestrians and vehicles near and afar next day

went down to my private room, my private world.