Though Spring Is Gone
My ornamental garden is full of multi-hued blooms.
Iris, tulips, roses, and sunflowers are in full swing.
Briançon plum trees and apricots around are in plumes.
Columbidae, pigeons, and cranes have grown now sturdy wings.
The summer or the winter will not trouble my flowers.
The Fall will not stray away from all the little leaves too.
The monsoon, with its pleasure-filled pitter-patter showers
Will cause a green cataclysm and grand landscapes to view new
Olive branches with freshness and fervor in the breeze sway
The sun and moon are in meticulously measured rhythms.
The lush green shamrocks stand like emeralds in an array.
Eight-pointed stars shine like geometrics with logarithms.
Why fear, then, when peace is flooding like the brim-filled rivers?
Why doubt in mind when all things around us are life-givers?
Copyright © Christuraj Alex | Year Posted 2023
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