Before the tailless squirrels
And nameless flowers
Join the unfinished drawings,
Colours engage in whispers
With the walls and the windows.
When that exhausted and disheveled rainbow
Wakes up from her sound sleep
It strikes dawn in the mansion.
All the curtains of inertia will be
Drawn aside in a hurry.
As the notes are dunked in milk
In an attempt to attune them
Playmate parrots
Touch down gently beside.
A garden blooms amidst the four walls of room.
With the tactile nascent runs
And the lays of cooing laughter
Spring flourishes through
The mornings.
Celebrating the favourite festival
In the bubbling laughter of collecting tads of paper
Declaring an uncalled for breather all of sudden
No sooner she locks my knees with her tender hands…
There springs in my eyes anew
A green memory of mother’s moist hand
When she kissed tweaking my cheek
Stopping her work in the middle
Long long ago.
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Nishigandha,
Telugu,
Indian
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- Nishigandha
Image Courtesy: Nishigandha
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