It is a spontaneous overflow of poetic expressions.

A Mystery — I Note.

The rhyme goes missing.

I expect rains for a change

the heat is beyond the range

my wish is not strange

it is well within the range

my mind goes dizzy

my thoughts go hazy

and I miss my rhymes frequently

the rhythm gets mixed inordinately

it is due to the heat, I think

yet, I write with a passion

write for what reason

I know not, a mystery

I am unable to unravel.

By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

Nicely rhyme poem.

Thanks, Harbans.

My gratitude.

:))