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Rugged Blue Cap

( For the parents who are “Grand”, our Grandparents)

I stood counting the grains of sand,
As the wind kept adding more,
A blink's sleep to my eye,
Came in nature's furious furore,
Howling loud,
Gulping throughout,
Notorious monster,
That smirking cloud.

A little leaf trembling,
Fallen off her mother,
Held by a pebble,
A friend to one another,
The lazy sand,
Swirled all over,
Broke a wheel,
A tent, kettle and a tumbler.

An old rugged blue cap,
Was stomped, yet it dared,
To reach its master,
Lost somewhere,
"Wait", I hear someone call,
Emerged from the gust,
Bravery in its form small,
He strongly said, "I must".

"I must get the cap",
Racing against the wind,
In an unlimited lap,
That determined mind,
I called him aloud and asked,
Why do you brave this gale?
"It belongs to my Grandpa,
Sitting there paralysed and pale."

"He always got me my candy,
All better he was when"
A year of silence,
Passed through me then,
The sand, wind and its fury,
Touched by his innocent love,returned,
But Grandpa continued staring above.

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Sunrise or Sunset

This poem has won the "Prompt of the month (march 2015)" at WE magazine and published in the March 2015 Issue.

What I see is bright,
I know not if it's right,
Sunrise or Sunset ?
But it's beauty, nature's subset,
Why the hue goes so orange
when the sun arrives or goes out of range ?
I could question so much, but;
Why add "why" to this beauty?
When it’s so blissful;
It’s serenity.
Some things, best not described,
'cause the effect gets inscribed,
A rising sun has to set,
For the moon to attend its date,
There goes a romantic verse,
It could be for him or hers,
If I could, I would
go on stringing,
a necklace of words,
But it’s time to return home,
So say the birds.

{ This poem is written for the prompt of the month (March) @ Writer's Ezine. When I saw this image, I first thought it was sunset and then thought, sunrise. So knocking the confusion, I concentrated to write on the beauty alone blending with the romantic season around. }

Image (c) Arti Honrao
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Haiku - Empty Park

POETICbug - Haiku - Empty park

In the Sunday rains
the empty park awaits to
play with its dear friends 

Photo Credits - Google Images
Haiku - © Copyright Salvwi Prasad (POETICbug)
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Haiku - Lightning

Like a dark sari
black clouds drape the sky; lightning

Photo Credits- Google Images
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