<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471032" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Retrace</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Trills of the birds <br>Arouse him up in the morn.<br>The feeling of lethargy<br>Restrains him from getting up of his comfort<br>He pulls the glitzy quilt over<br>Cuddle the pillow and huddle<br>Try to take a zizz – in vain<br>Despite the wakeful night<br>Followed in the wake of roars of thunders<br>Perpetual pouring rain and baneful gale</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He rolls out and draws the curtains<br>It is nippy and, still, drizzling out<br>Mist and fog smothered far and wide<br>Faintly visible a pair of flitting Kingfishers <br>On the sagged branches of the bougainvillea<br>The trills are aloud and melodious, though. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He slouches at the window and gazes at <br>The river flowing hard by, awhile<br>She is, in her saffron getup, <br>Slightly miffed and craggy <br>In the aftermath of the night pouring<br>Breeze triples the ripples on as a consolation <br>And then passes thru the window <br>To caress him with lots of love and affection</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There bathing in the river, an adolescent, <br>The amusement bursts in to his hurray..hurray<br>There he soaked to the skin and, then, <br>Playing in the rain…<br>Sloshing through the puddle of muddy water <br>Ha! ...Ha! … The lad is at his peak of glee…...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In days of yore..<br>Bathing in the river <br>Experienced him spontaneous mirth <br>For long he bathed in the river<br>For long he played in rain, <br>He recalls…<br>The lullaby of the river was quite sweeter <br>The breeze was fairly colder<br>The trills were more melodious …but, <br>Deteriorated in course of time</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His eyes are getting sagged <br>He can’t resist – he draws the curtains and <br>Slumps onto his downy pad<br>Pulls the quilt over….….. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">April 3-2009</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Nooruddeen+Mathilakathveetil">Nooruddeen Mathilakathveetil</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471032" data-title="Retrace de Nooruddeen Mathilakathveetil" data-description="Trills of the birds Arouse him up in the morn. The feeling of lethargy Restrains him from getting up of his comfort He pulls the glitzy quilt over Cuddle the pillow and huddle Try to take a zizz – in vain Despite the wakeful night Followed in t..."></div> </div> </div>

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