October Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

It is the taste of sweet and sour
The wind that blows through
Abundance of flowers and bowers

A little cold a little warm
Weather is just perfect for
Peace makers who walk and swarm

The parks, gardens and benches
They play, sing without sweating
Shout and laugh sitting on their hunches

The leaves wear magnificent colors
Make a bed of their crunchiness
On the cold floor with mild odors

It is the habit of the dew
To appear upon leaves and petals
As and when it likes fresh and new

O October! ! What solemn tune
You play in the garden of our hearts
In ecstatic mood we hum and swoon