The bougainvillea branches drooping with flowers,
Red, mustard, ivory and fushia - riot of colours...
While the poplars and the gulmohar stand bare,
What a study in contrast right here
Just a glance away from my courtyard,
Elated and joyous, I said out aloud.
The old leaves have oh, so gently fallen,
Graciously to make room for the new.
The trees are showing signs of life,
With tender shoots peeping out.
I muse, What will life be without colours?
As spring takes over from where autumn left.
A tiny bird is busy building a nest,
On my clothesline, for the life it carries inside.
It comes at dawn every few minutes,
With a twig or a dry leaf in its beak,
I watch with fascination and utter awe,
As it flits about and with dexterity, weaves...
It is the season of change, birth and renewal,
I too give old thoughts and grudges a quite burial.
As I go about my day I just hum and sing,
And it fills me with a lightness of being.
I don a multi hued dress to celebrate the season
Spring is in the air, and the mood is truly infectious.
Today is the fifth day of Spring- Basant Panchmi festival
Happy Basant Panchmi to all my poem hunter friends
31.01.09
Mamta Agarwal
Mamta Agarwal
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