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.