Spring Gypsyies – II




Rustling, crisping, leaves dry

Whispering, singing, humming goodbye.

High-high above the blue-blue sky

Where colorful kites fly

In the waters blue and rippling,

Languorous eagles lazing, swimming,

Afternoon siesta of the early spring.

Fluttering, flapping leaves of Peepal

Sudden gusty flights of pigeons,

Flowers so tender of beanstalk purple

Basking in the sun so gentle.



Sweeping – swooping restlessly

Winds that murmur endlessly –

Tales of lands faraway and happy,

Where life was simple and unadorned,

And every man – beautiful and bold,

Of those lands I dream and wake up and cry,

See there are tears shining in my eyes. . .

  • Chitra



(Note: none of the images are mine. I have borrowed them from pinterest.)





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