Said diaries, said Google and Bing:
Rejoice, today’s the day of spring,
But city was in doubt,
Paved roads, not a green sprout,
Soilless bare, it can show nothing.
The streets’ tarred or cemented lands
Much like the desert’s parched up sands,
No blade of grass peeped out,
Spring failed to show its clout,
Sun cane and went as ever wends.
The glazed glass windows were all shut,
All of Nature outside to cut,
City folks oft as are,
Nature was left too far,
No one had any a clue, but
When someone asked potted flowers:
O did ye hear the day’s rumours?
Flowers of paper made
Naught had heard nor yet said,
And quiet left Spring in reverse.
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Happenings |26.01.2023| Rhyme, spring
Poet’s note: Two days back arrival of Spring (locally known as Vasanta Panchami) was announced by the Moon calendar. Spring, but there remained wintry chill. To make it worse there was an unseasonal shower and Sun hardly showed from behind clouds. Whispers were heard on Global Warming, that seasons have gone haywire, and all… Anyway, in cities seasons mean very little, and people come to know of them only because of calendars.
The stairs have stopped tiring me.
I look down from the top to see,
The years that I have climbed,
Scratching scum and often blind,
Groping in the dark for a hand
Reaching out for a ground to land
Snatching vines, I ripped some more
Through the fractious, evil lore
I bore my footsteps on the stairs
The Mother of Vines smirks and snares...
'You think you have untangled enough?
You think these vines have lost their gruff?
Naive Child, do you have a clue?
Where the stairs head into the blue?'
I turn away from my triumphant stay
Prepare to leave and valiantly foray
Into the unknown blue of the night
I care not if I had died
Along with the vines I ruthlessly chopped
My soul too had galloped,
Down the stairs to reach the bay
Where the past and future play
The games of fortune and the games of life
I never knew I had to arrive
Soilless, soul-less this sojourn
I do not have time to mourn
About lost loves and careless kisses
Suddenly the Mother of Vine hisses
'Stop dreaming and climb the stairs
Only then Life would be fair!'.
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