Sunshine On A Gloomy Day

By B Bindu

Sunshine on a gloomy day,

Thence I met, Jean Baptiste.

Eyes were bright but also grey,

How could I manage, all at bay!

Moors outstretched and they say,

Clouds will come…surely one day.

Conditioned by the conditions…and what to say,

How could I explain, all at a sway!

Awaiting the clouds, at dips and downs,

Thunders loud at palaces and towns.

Craving for the night and showers around,

Stumbled at the log, that was on the ground.

Curtains down and let inhibitions for the sow,

For I don’t know what may come and then let go.

Flanked at the sides and then were puzzle pieces,

Rightly placed made a picture without creases.

Sonnet of the 1920s and to end with this,

What would a Jeune femme do, with all these?

Forests with a little dampness, waterfalls, and butterflies,

‘Merci’ for stopping by, as there’s a crimson Sunrise.

By B Bindu