Poetry : Il Fait la Pluie

 

                           Il Fait la Pluie

( It is raining) 

She sat in blue by the window sill,

Watching the rain, quiet and still.

She sipped hot tea to stay warm,

Safe inside from the silver storm.

The room was quiet with a digital glow,

A silent place for her thoughts to grow.

Alone, but happy in her own way,

Keeping her secrets tucked away.

But in the corner, green and bright,

A living plant caught the light.

It brought some life to the cold room,

And chased away the lonely gloom.

As the day turned soft and grey,

The sunlight started to fade away.

A mystery she choses  to remain to  be,

Yet   her  distant warmth touches me. 

 

                                                                                                                  - Pankaj Mala Bhattacharya