Innocent landscape

When June withers the flamboyant leaves,
covering the mountains with silence and grace,
the days melt at 5 o'clock calmly
while the sleepy winds fill the space.


The dark shadows faint and die,
painting an innocent landscape,
colouring life beneath our feet,
hiding seeds that can't escape.


I look through the stained window,
when fishermen shout in the sea still,
feeling weird and in exile
as if I were alone on a hill.


Untouched feelings come and go,
pressing effortlessly my eyelids
as I stay there in infinite calm
thinking of what my self forbids.



Karla Bardanza

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Kesav V Easwaran
nice verbal landscape...the opening stanza provides lovely imagery

Shriram Sivaramakrishnan
lovely poem....i really enjoyed it...

Ency Bearis
great poem,nice to read

PrEmJi PrEmJi
When June withers the flamboyant leaves... lovely write...