Heavily inspired by Sarojini Naidu's poetry.
April 1987.
The tall trees are laden with bud and leaf,
The streams are growing in size.
But, when will the buds bloom
And when will the streams dance away to tunes?
The birds still fly to the southern skies,
The wind still lies in the arms of the dawn.
But, when, oh! when, will the birds stay behind
And when will the wind blow cool?
I lose all hope and gape at the sky
My heart so full of pining and pain.
And then I see, still left far behind
A dark little cloud with a silver bind.
I then smile and remember someone said,
" If winter comes, can spring be far behind??? "
Sunday, July 17, 2011
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