Makers

When the morning appeared

leaving behind the twilight era

I confront my equations

least they were getting solved;

I had another apple to fall

curious at my fronts

I begged some more nuts

searched the default makers,

made poised gesture

cant trace the effusive eyes,

learnt from my loyal!

The preaching still hit my lane,

they brew up the conducive strength.

When I toddle on my farm

I look at the barren lines;

birds come and fly by me,

taking me elevated and high

trees swing the rest;

I try with the best

air flows silently;

preaches lessons equally

Was I wrong in portraying them?

yet, they turn victorious,

being the makers of

this lost lass again!

 

Reviews

[KeeD]

Your mind wanders and takes us on a journey, I truly loved the imagery and depths of your imagination.

[Priya Priyadarshini]

Thank you for the appreciation... it really encourages me to pen down more :)

[¿]

This is beautifully nostalgic!!
The total rythm and those at the point questions was more than pretty much read.....
Nicely penned😊

[Priya Priyadarshini]

Thank you for your close notice! :)

[¿]

Wc😊......!!

[Prynka]

I think this is a good piece. I could understand your day started with lot of questions and least were solved. I especially liked the flow of your poem. Indeed its a great read for me today.Keep writing.

[Priya Priyadarshini]

Thank you fellow buddy! I really feel thankful to you for reviewing my lines...

[Prynka]

Indeed it is my pleasure :)