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March in the Mild Tropics
March in the Mild Tropics
Seeing the sun shining for the first time
Just a few days before the Ides of March
In the midst of a mild tropical clime,
When the golden glows of the sun on march
In the sky mark the very early morn,
Is a celestial grace to me conferred
By the Divine that by some may be scorned
But by many souls is most coveted.
It`s the month when steady showers of rain
Paint rainbows in the sub-tropical sky
With the sparkling shine of the sun with strain
Draped with darkish layers of clouds up high,
A month when the unique orb of the day,
In the centre of cities and on hills
Tempers the tone of its bright blaze away
As it does in villages and the fields.
It`s the month when hills parched brown at year end
By scorching shines of the sun are now green
With carpets of young grasses that do bend
Under wishful whispers of wind unseen
In previous months, when rivers then dry,
Now gush in swift torrents and for the rains
Offer deep thanks to the celestial sky
As with their flow they can nourish the swains.
It`s the month of hope and new beginnings
When trees and flowers glimmer with new buds
When farmers toil the soil to sow seedlings
That will earn them their bread and their lifeblood,
When birds gaily twitter from branch to branch
With songs that herald cooler days ahead
And butterflies seek nectar with a dance
In midst of flowers without any dread.
It`s the month that links dying summer days
To a coming mild tropical winter
That holds one`s spirit in a sublime sway,
Away from the scorching heat of summer,
When to be born in subtropical clime
Of an island is a blissful blessing
And in a maritime temperate shine
It`s an auspicious boon to be living.
Copyright ©
Krishnanand Guptar
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