Crimson Welcome Poem by Santosh Bakaya

A CRIMSON WELCOME
Autumn came, attired in gold, yellow and red
Blinding me by his fiery brilliance
Matching the spectacular trees festooned in gold.
It had the Midas' touch.
The golden Chinar leaves waltzed around
In a crimson welcome.
My muscles thrilled to his touch.
The surroundings echoed with the music of the rustling leaves
Swirling, unfurling, furling, curling, uncurling, they danced.

Under a chinar tree, I sat, hunched in introspection sad
Worried about the world hurtling downhill in a rush mad.
Looking at the dancing leaves, with a surge,
I purged myself free of all despairing thoughts, and with them pranced.

Why grieve, why be filled with an agony of despair
Why think of death and decay?
I twirled, matching steps with the rustling chinar leaves
Bidding goodbye to all grudges and peeves.

You will soon vanish leaving your golden booty behind,
Ah, autumn kind.
Why should I recall the songs of spring?
Autumn, you too have a euphony all your own
Come, sing to me your lovely, lyrical verses
Come soothe me, come nurse me
Fill me with mirth, O autumn, croon to me of rebirth.
Let me swoon and be enveloped by your crimson girth.

Let me jump into the maelstrom of a new day
To be mesmerized by the golden leaves at play.