Tête-à-tête

It’s so quiet?…….Alice asked.

The Rover Bird replied….

Without anybody’s knowledge
One sandy storm had brought
The news of the Winter,
And above the bald Cactus
Was floating the lone Moon.

All through the Winter
Yellow leaves falter,
The Rover was in revered Love
Wandering around Pacific
Afar from the feeling of Love.


It’s raining ?………Weeks later Alice asked again.

In silence now, the Bard replied……

As like it came,
Same way the Winter gone
Without telling anyone;
And you know
To bring you that news only
Rain has come
Flooding as one outside and within.

And the journey continues………..