Megh is Rainy Season Raga & can be play anytime of the day.

The sky was cloudy as I

Am I in or am I out, I couldn’t feel.

The soft whisper of evening saying

Am asleep.

But, was I?

I could hear the evening madness

In the bypass below my flat;

I could smell the incense stick

And had heard the blow of conch.

I knew I was awoke thinking nothing.

But, was I?

Daily Prompt: Lurch

By Sangbad

A poet, an author, a reviewer--in one word I'm a literaturist (means one who is trying almost everything that Literature is made of). My books are available at Amazon. I'm a Bengali, born and raised in Kolkata, West Bengal.


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