The boundless sky above
Is gloomy and all shades of grey.
Flanking the narrow smooth tarred road
that stretches endlessly before us
Are thick shrubs of green that dances briskly
to the tune of chilling breeze that whistles by.

From the misty eyes of the clouds
Pours down rain that splatters on
the windshield and roof of our speeding bus,
drowning out the hum of the engine.
All I see ahead of us through
the crystal clear lens of my spectacles
Is a hazy view of speeding trucks and cars.

Amidst all this, unperturbed by the unfavourable element
Of nature that waylays us,a familiar,pleasant smell of home
wafts into my dry nostrils from afar,
rousing all blissful memories to me so dear from long lost days ( that forever I treasure)
from me Time has stolen;

As a potter out of clay fashions
a statue to his and the eyes of the world alluring,
so has this memories moulded me
into who I have become today.

All the poetry gurus here,I hail una.I am an aspiring poet.I need your candid reviews.