Poems - Aneek Chatterjee

Yellow Bush

This morning red flowers bloomed in dark inviting clouds Decided all of a sudden to fly & invade the darkness & get drenched in all accumulated water particles we call rains, when dropped on earth. & I started flying past the yellow bush that dripped painting on the roadside. & treacherous rains started showering. Yellow bush smiled at my plight & threw colored waves to a dark chamber I nurtured inside for so many years. Now I’m getting drenched inside the yellow bush, like a teenager who fell in love for the first time in life

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