4 Short Poems
by Prahelika Sen
Cawing Crow By Prahelika Sen
Sitting upon the sun shade....in the morning glow,
There caws a weary crow;
With it’s beak gaping widely,
Advertising itself to be thirsty.
Though black the colour is,
It hovers around proudly;
Filtering the surroundings clean,
By eating the waste of human beings.
Sometimes in small groups and sometimes in large numbers,
One can recognize them by their cawing thunders;
Receiving the galling behaviours from the human beings,
It is a crow who is a friendly living being. A Rainy Night By Prahelika Sen
Raindrops that tumbles down on the earth,
With darkness surrounding by;
The sound of roaring thunders...which shook me up,
And the lighting flashes unlike a spike.
The night was cold though,
With silence haunting all around;
The vigorous winds which were rushing through,
Staggering the trees up and down.
Sitting on the bed...I was enjoying the dark,
With raindrops splitting on my weary face;
The robust winds hitting those glassy panes,
Bringing some relief within a second.The Gusty Winds By Prahelika Sen
The Southern Windows....rests disturbed,
All through the day and night;
Grappling with the gusty winds ,
That batters all the time.
The rain that splashes them,
Twirling the glasses hazy;
The weighted clouds which thunders,
Lading with eeriness behind.
Though the windows stand motionless,
Rejoicing the strength back;
My mind drifted with wonders,
About the glory they quit by.The Tapered Lane By Prahelika Sen
Besides the snowy ranges,
There laps a tapered lane;
With evergreens adorning its sides,
And the blanket of snow rests unbind.
The lane though steep is hard to climb,
With the cabs rolling steadily;
And the mind of those curious travellers,
Hanged with eerieness dozily. ***