Breezes Poem by Sharad Rajimwale

Morning breezes
come stealthily
awakening sleeping buds to a new life
scattering fragrance
of old memories
that had lain asleep since years....
why do they do so?

The wheel of time can't be turned back...
inexorable it moves forward
But old times have a way
of awakening
when one looks up at the diamond-point
stars, blinking from afar
in vast cold emptiness

Or early morning
when breezes
come stealthily
awakening sleeping buds to a new life.

- - - Sharad Rajimwale, Jodhpur, India