Inquisitions

Inquisitions While strolling on footpath By the side of wide road, The rows of long and bushy trees Usually ask me/ Fastened with the tender Thread of evening, Sprouting laughter Like freshly bloomed flowers, Bathing the wind with its Sweet body fragrance Where're those Flocks of swans! Behold! Since how long did it fly? Black cloud spread on green tufts And frequently shedding Drops of tears have vanished. It has turned green now The shivering stumps of winter Bosom of directions is cheering With happiness. It started whistling The sweet twittering in leaves, Tell now- When did we see the flock? It already melted now Tinkling of anklets And aroma of air, It began to sulk Henna on alleys And dancing images under the eyelids, Humming the hymns of remembrance In such an ambiance Would the flock appear? I annoyingly said Why don't you tell, Whether did earth engulf Or sky absorbed them?