Poem - Dry Grass

Eager birds chirrup bidding a goodbye
As setting of the sun embarks
At the horizon meets the sky and the earth
It all seem so serene and stark
Walls painted in rattan beize
Decorated with frames and oil paintings
A blue palazzo pant and a red top lies on her bed
With a watch, handbag and big earrings
She sits there, just before a window
Relentlessly, looking outside
And suddenly the rooster clock buzz, frenzy
She realizes it has been days since she cried
Tears trickle down her cheeks
For she know, another day is about to pass
and the fate will guzzle her with woes
Life sans love and friendship is a dry grass
NOTE: This poem is nominated for the SALISMANIA.com Best Poem Of The Year Award 2017.
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