Sprinkles .....
Early morning sprinkles the dear droplets,
At time slow and other moment raises,
Forbidding me for the morning stroll and indicating to lie in bedroll,
The naughty drops arouses my spirit,
And the strong desire to refresh by the shower's credit,
With a thumping heart I walked out,
Along with a umbrella to protect from rain bout,
Sprinkles wet my plait, and then its slippery linen touch my gentle face'
Exhilarating current run down through my spine in a sudden pace,
The drenched ,deserted road glows with a rejuvenate and fresh look,
The morning rain re-energises me with its chill wind ,
Captivate and refreshes me with sprinkler's sting....
BY
POETESS LOPAMUDRA MISHRA
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