I look around br And retrieve to br My regular corner br The glass widow br Overlooking the sky br br Everyday br Every afternoon br I looked at the baked glass br With its coat of dirt br In expectation br br The clear sky br Always giving me br An apologetic glance br br Lo, this morning br As the clouds dimmed br The corner, hope revived br br The sky didn't let me down br The rain lashed and lashed br br The rain slid down the glass-pane br Like water droplets br On the freshly bathed skin! br br br (05 Jul 2011)br br indira babbellapatibr br