You knocked
At midnight,
How come you are awake;
Didn't you get your supplies?
No, thanks, I am well fed.
its just, am cramped
And restless.
May I come out
While its springtime?
It’s too dark inside.
Oh, wait a while,
But thanks for reminding me.
Before I knew
Room was full
Of bouquets of blooms
In every tint and hue.
As I inhaled the
Fragrance
That got mixed with smell
Of medicines,
You looked up at me
Did I see recognition
In your wide open eyes?
How come forgot
I was in pain…
Sisters smiled
As they arranged
Flowers in every vase
They could find;
Even improvised-
Putting some in
Mugs and tubs.
Son, spring had
Truly arrived
And stayed back
For ever with a
Gentle breeze…
This poem is written for my son, who was born in spring.
We call him Sameer, which means gentle breeze.
Mamta Agarwal
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-stayed-back-for-ever-with-gentle-breeze/
