Song of a Spring Noon (Prose Poem)



The tree mocks wind by whistling, cloud mocks night by wrapping the sun; tranquility and calm weighing on to muse or to mock each other like the tree, (like) the cloud and period as the poet long for summer all of a sudden, not the warm air tinged with cold in minimal proportion; the song of cuckoo derides the silence the noon holding, singing at high pitch, but, period (again) the poet is disturbed as he doesn’t want to write any…thing; he’s in want of warmth of the love, hidden under the coldness of the incomplete love story.

My first attempt in the Prose Poem pattern. Please let me know your review.

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