Evening Monologue

The breeze is shy and reticent Not spirited enough to usher merriness Only feeble quivering of the leaves There’s an undertone of resentment One of those morose evenings When nature withdraws into silence Here I am, indulging in a monologue Trying to inspire the drooping Spirit There are occasional acknowledgements With the sudden murmur of leaves Swaying branches do nod at me But I shall … Continue reading Evening Monologue