I look at the ground
so dead, not a sound,
the surface truly browned
by the sun, finely round.
There's no one around,
just vague thoughts surround,
and memories lost and found,
leave an impact, utterly profound.
Musings of the past resound,
that are blurrily gowned,
only obscure sentiments abound
in my mind's compound.
The soil gets drowned
by my tears, unbound,
as if the earth is crowned,
like pearls on the beach mound.
Why do thoughts rebound,
barking like the hound?
With gloomy figures in the background,
they continue to astound.
~©Jashaswini_Mishra
Rhyming is so good.
Feelings described very well.
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