#CanvasEchoes

This is a piece of Poetry I composed by looking at a lovely artwork of raindrops...

JINXED ZAUL

The little raindrops as they fall,
love to trouble each and
all.
I hear their whispering and recall
every moment - Big or Small,
from the day of 'Pluviamlocus koll',
like my childhood walk and crawl ;
the happy moment with my little ball ;
the stories including fairies and troll ;
the lovely toys I got from the stall ;
my eager heart to play with the doll ;
the garden trees - short and tall ;
the mistakes which made mother bawl ;
the fight with brother for candy brawl ;
the running and playing and getting a joll ;
my curly brown hair that swept in the hall ;
the wearing of Jainsem and warm shawl ;
the playing with shower from inside the wall...
But this doesn't complete all !
"SAVE ME, SAVE" ME I heard them call,
number of corpse was hard to tall,
trying to find my my family, I trawl,
but the surge screamed 'nawl' !
having a gulp, I tried to maul ;
it was hard in here to
stroll ;
I tried to show a plenty of gall ;
but being supportless I sank in the zal,
an end to joy gave me a xoll.
And whenever I feel the ombro sprawl,
I suffer through an anxious drawl.
Resting in my grave, for peace I prowl !
- Asma Khatoon
© Masha