The Repatriation

Seeing through showering mist- Golden clouds sucking nectar And slowly gliding away Placing a kiss of confidence and poise On the glossy cheeks of mountain dear Before repatriation Of the sun With a wish To see the offspring the next year. All vegetation in apprehension Of many season’s separation Have withering begun, Shedding frozen tears From multitude leaf-eyes Before the final adieu. Birds from the distance horizon Assembled to greet In multitude hue and sound At the return journey to north Amidst tormenting bawl. The sun at end of south journey Leaves stealthily Covered in the veil of multitude cloud.