Noon

a poem by Rohan R

Its noon, its noon
Sitting outside, a gentle breeze
Followed with a touching smell
Continues on and on
A sound of cooker
Smell of dishes in the air
Can they bring a good noon
Someone watching
Others in work
Alone in outdoor
Really I am enjoying
Leaves twitter
Dancing up and down
A sense of greenery
Make my eyes happy
Its raining here swearing heat in the noon
Makes the people a little drain
Who is the one that comes to eat
That good old homely noon