Rhymes


Weeping in riddles for the truth that lies
behind a fine curtain, an inbox of life

Silent suns pass through the street today
razing brazen soul with invisible rays

A bell tinkles in memory school
an unwiped blackboard clings to chalk dust

Catching a few drops of merciful rain
for youth’s sake, we move on and away

Stray pages flutter in yesterday’s breeze
showing us dreams abandoned on the way.

©Reena Prasad Feb. 2012

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