The echoes of laughter rang through, Quick glances & quiet smiles being exchanged, Of walks in the park & some friendly banter, Her heart strings tugged lightly. She longed for a conversation, A real one , for she hated small talk. Maybe she missed him even before meeting him.
The shadows shift rapidly, The Sun makes way for the dark clouds, Big, fat raindrops fall to the ground, Quenching the thirst of people all around. Water puddles as far as you can see, Frogs skipping away, The tiny green shoots peep with glee, While the Koyal in the tree is quiet today. The rains have their own charm, For humans, plants and animals alike. Bright green leaves dotted with sparkling drops, Waves in the sea dancing merrily, Birds ruffling their feathers, The soul of the Earth rejoices with every shower.
When the flowers first bloomed, Ecstatic, I was. But, impatient to catch the fruit, The fruit of hard work. Two days passed, Brown withered flowers, Dropping off the stem, Into the wet soil. There were no promises made, Yet expectations there were, Of the fruits of labor. Maybe, the flowers had wanted to see me smile.
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