Autumn is marked in the west with fallen leaves
and a touch of melancholy,
In Bengal, it is synonymous to jubilation.
Time…for emergence of Mother goddess.
Every autumn morning, as the sun rays tiptoe into the serene
My courtyard spreads its best ambiance….
Heaps and heaps of orange~eyed blooms
Invade my half drowsy eyes.
I crane out of my sill, watch them in awe
And tread along the garden to welcome the delights
Its joy waddling through the intoxicating smell of life
Disheveled buds tickle my toes numbly…
Feeling the pull at the heel; I pick up a handful of them...
They cuddle , move sides,,,,spread out in beauty
Brusquely, the coral eyes dim, as if paying their last dues
The slightly worn ones softly fold,
Ogling high up the sky
The wind and music of morning freeze
And by and by, they all fall to the ground
stunting nature copiousness.
Oh dear~finally! Here comes a new day
My eyes rest on the morning glories.