Aah the sky looks so pregnant but unwilling, like a mother way too attached to her unborn. And there a tiny flicker of hope on wings like a midwife--nudging, advising, begging the mother to let the world see her loved one. Mother, we await rain, your child, here in Chennai! Quench our thirst too!
Wow! ..loved the total composition..the pic and the text:)
ReplyDeleteThank you Amit
DeleteGreat post and concept! Rain is always a sign of hope... I love rain very much.
ReplyDeleteThank you Abhinav
DeleteAah the sky looks so pregnant but unwilling, like a mother way too attached to her unborn. And there a tiny flicker of hope on wings like a midwife--nudging, advising, begging the mother to let the world see her loved one.
ReplyDeleteMother, we await rain, your child, here in Chennai! Quench our thirst too!
:)) loved your poetic prose Bhavana!
Deleteits just wow !
ReplyDeleteThank you so much TTT
Deletebeautifully profound!!!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Rohu
DeleteYour lines illuminates the dark grey sky n bring in glitters of hope ! Aah....
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Panchali :)
DeleteBeautiful and thoughtful, Sir. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Akshay
DeleteDelightful, delicious!
ReplyDeleteThank you Sandy
Deletebeautiful magiceye...as always
ReplyDeleteThank you Alka
DeleteThank you so much Ashwini!!
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