Prasad Natarajan

(April 2nd 1983 / Bangalore)

Unflowering Spring

Unflowering Spring

Fresh pollens fill soft morning light,
Tender leaves just emerge from branches,
Little stream’s sweet flowing sight,
Some brown sienna hay in purple patches,

Burning bright blooms across the streets,
Pink frock petals fluttering in the breeze,
Warmth in the air like rhythmic jungle beats,
Dancing to their tune, the jolly go bees,

Park benches full of young lovers now,
Fragrance spread from soul to soul,
Spring is here, I see it on her green brow,
Unknown names on Unflowering trees take a stroll.

@Prasad.N March 28th 2014
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Submitted: Friday, March 28, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, April 08, 2014

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

Even Unflowering trees deserve a mention in spring, numerous young lovers engrave hearts, names and so many young memories are registered on these trees trunks.

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