A Parting So Perfect Poem by Chhavi Anupam

Its early March,
no more wintry
in Ahmadabad,
warmth in coquetry.

Besotted breeze is gushing:
keep last night's secrets,
it is whispering, rushing,
As 'swooning' sun fidgets.

In slow motion
leaves fall in a drizzle,
in single-minded devotion,
their 'satiation' perceptible.

Tender in descent
pale yet moist
laden with woody scent
with that aroma of a forest.

Greenish yellow,
countless like sulphur,
several orangish sallow,
few others like ochre.

Leaves are falling,
swaying,
dancing,
rustling.

They have blushed
with blosssoms,
jostled, whistled
wept in storms.

Now their Time is up
leaves too know,
this with grace they sup,
smiling....they let go.

There is no pain
in this parting,
like butterflies before rain
leaves keep darting.

Beauty they were,
when alive,
vibrant they are
even in their final dive.

Once green now pale,
still full of sparkle,
joyous, stoic and in sail
a vision....a marvel!


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