the last dance

It was a beautiful day and I just looked out from my window near the pond . The monsoon shower had just stopped . Droplets of rain were still clinging on the green leafage of the plumeria tree . I could not resist to divert my eyes from the ecstatic view  I had to capture the scene.

This spontaneous thought had turned​ into an action and the result was just like a poetry ; full of passion and an ever lasting memory . 

In that memory , I am attempting this verse in the form of a tanka .

plumeria blossoms 

your wild caper teaches me 

immortality ;

you won’t be here tomorrow

is this your last lesson for me . 
© milan rajkumar


Milan Rajkumar



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