The park was rather empty today.
But how clearly I remember it to be bustling with children at play.
Spears of dawn light bathed the verdant ground with its golden magic
The myriad of purple crocuses forming a mosaic.
The sequestered bench asked for a visitor to come around.
While the stock-still deer and it’s fawn felt cold and empty like vagabond.
For no one came to cherish the vista with unbridled alacrity.
Except for me.
Though the magnolias swayed with the frail spring breeze,
There was a brief moment when I felt rather melancholic than free.
And I saw traces of autumn leaves still piled up on the ground.
Reminding me somehow,
That the tree must lose all it hath to grow.
That the sun must always go down so it can rise back up and say “hello!”.
The clouds shaped like tufty pillows glided across the sky.
As the blackbird with its melodious voice would aimlessly fly.
But what a shame!! What a shame it was!! For spring not to enter our hearts.
We spared quick glances at its glee,
But never understood it’s meaning, did we?
Yes!! Spring cauterizes with gaping procession,
The wounds that winter left on the land.
It burns the cold into oblivion.
But I bet you would not care to read my interpretations or opinions.
For when I see stars you’re seeing merely holes in the sky.
There’s a reason why we need to be truly enamored with the little joys of life,
As they are the only things that can end our worldly strife.
But what of the dreamers?
Have they forgotten to listen to the theatre of trees while they briskly walk down the street.
Or maybe they have confined themselves to their mobile screens.
The nectar inviting the mellifluous buzzing of the bumble bee,
Shall sadly go unseen.
For man has forgotten life and it’s gifts,
He finds pleasure in momentary things.
Spring is a reminder that rejuvenation and ecstasy comes with loss.
That leaves always fall off before the flowers bloom and spread their aroma similar to that of candy
floss.
But what a shame!! What a shame it was!! For spring not to enter our hearts.
ANISHA
