Sunday, May 15, 2011

Poem 147 - On the rooftop

Sitting on the roof, a pad and pencil in my hands
The only place where I can see mountains and lands
Sitting there, I see birds on the railing
About two or three, all melodiously singing

A breeze blows, the pages of the pad fly, and make a flapping sound
I see the sun shining very high up, yellow, warm and round
Trees dance to the wind, flowers happily dance too
The sun behind a cloud, still the sky stays a happy blue

A smile comes on my face, as I see children playing
From downstairs, I hear my mom praying
My sister comes up, she sits next to me
We don't talk, just nature's beauty we see
-Gaurang Rao


  1. Looks uncomfortable up there.

  2. Hi Gaurang - this must have been inspired by your visit to the terrace room in Ajja's farm house at Moodbidri. Beautiful poem - and captures the mood beautifully.

  3. but please change the picture - it is not appropriate.

  4. beautiful lines Gaurang !!
    keep up the good work.

  5. You have a lovely blog, Gaurang! :) I wish you all the best in your poetic voyage.


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