The Wet Blanket

Rain clouds looming over town
Soft breeze of the evening
Dusty twilight; evening chorus,
Birds; chattering and tweeting
Peacocks screaming
Clouds; growling and cracking
Shaking with massive basso-profundo effect
Inviting the Crimson Sun to rest
People walking along silently
Lost in thoughts, now hurriedly scuttle past
As the falling droplets set my soul free
And the rude honking of a bus stuck in city traffic
Plays the wet blanket.


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©Ranjeeta Nath Ghai,  Atrangi Zindagi Ka Safar, 2016.

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5 thoughts on “The Wet Blanket”

  1. O What a Wet Blanket
    The Sun Sets
    The Clouds unseen in the dark
    Window panels bang
    Cold strikes
    Shiver in body is inevitable
    Morning sets
    Hot Coffee is a must
    Good Morning Madam Ranjini


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