I look around <br />And retrieve to <br />My regular corner <br />The glass widow <br />Overlooking the sky <br /> <br />Everyday <br />Every afternoon <br />I looked at the baked glass <br />With its coat of dirt <br />In expectation <br /> <br />The clear sky <br />Always giving me <br />An apologetic glance <br /> <br />Lo, this morning <br />As the clouds dimmed <br />The corner, hope revived <br /> <br />The sky didn't let me down <br />The rain lashed and lashed <br /> <br />The rain slid down the glass-pane <br />Like water droplets <br />On the freshly bathed skin! <br /> <br /> <br />(05 Jul 2011)<br /><br />indira babbellapati<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poem-sliding-down-the-glass-pane/
