The Morning That Was Serene & Melancholy

On 27th November 2016, I had posted my first poem here ( the second one was written). On the anniversary evening, re-posting it for my existing as well as new followers. 

Where

<!–more–> When the dew will be there on the blade of grasses Where will we stand– We means me and you in my age old memories. Sometimes I search you because it seems You’re a mere imagination of mine and nothing else. But, when the breeze brushes over the dried wet soil of soul Revealing…