My smallish playground
is with grasses worn out...

Wishing shadows could
put in the picture...

A blank world
Inert...

Colours of Rainbow
Seven shades...

As your protective hands embrace
your encompassing hollow...

Almost not a few days more
Thereafter I shall be yours...

Flakes of multihued alphabets
twirling inside...

You will smile scornfully reading this
and surely will laugh at the rhythm, if any...

Spectrum
of the noontime Sun...

Stillness of a Night
narrated an emotive account...

( This is a modified version of the earlier one.)
Your absence...

(This is the third time I am writing this piece...