By: Rajandeep Garg

Woolgathering zephyr that burrows through
the hard-baked kinks
of wheat,

enwraps my face with ambient caresses,
entangles with my flippant tendrils
somewhere lateral down the lob.

Squatted shadows of its estranged gushes
ambles o’er the tossing mustard,
like waves unfurling on the raveled sea.

A faint fizzle of yon eucalypt,
piercing the arches of sky and piles
trembling lest crumble heavens to feet.

And a lacey air plumes the noontide,
weaves a wreathe,
of mellowed sentiments and sundry ache.

Silhouetted neath a shade cantilevered
to a lanky twig,
I drear a wispy cloud patrolling alee,

for there still streaks sheen of green,
till this harvest has sunned
with a patina of gold

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Rajandeep Garg is a young Civil Engineer of 26, and is now more of a writer. In fact, he believes that construction gives his abstractions a unique concrete value. He served as Secretary of a Literary Society during his engineering in Thapar University, India. He is a member of United Haiku and Tanka Society. He spends his nights writing poetry and exploring the sky. He is a follower of the philosophy of Ayn Rand: Objectivism.