Poems.

I have been sharing my poems with a friend, and it has been a reciprocal thing as well (albeit it is only a few of hers).

And here's another one, composed on the way back home on a rainy day, few days ago. No title though.

Big, grey clouds formed the horizons.
Here they gather, here they gather.
Gentle souls roused against life’s poison.
Aptly fatal, aptly fatal.

Silent raindrops amidst children’s laughter.
Pitter patter, pitter patter.
Surreal thoughts amongst life’s rattles,
Off they wander, off they wander.

Sunshine came after the long long battle,
Yes it is over, yes it is over.
But time and tide wait for no man.
The Man is beaten, the Man has fallen.