Trills and where flowers abound
Humming birds to buzz around.
Busy the crawlys on the ground
And creepies too on their round
Wicker basket hung on a tree
Around it whirs a bumble bee
Draw your neck an a beauty see
Forget-me-nots, a splendor wee
Skulk in shadows, bunch of goons
Iron-wrought an old festoons
Atop those ones, a couple croons
Parting lovers in their swoons
Here a cascade of fuchsias bloom
By the side of the keepers room
In gentle breeze dandelions loom
Lend to the air their fluffy plume
On the cobbles little girls frisk
By their side a historic obelisk
Along that path a Victorian disc
The one in Bermudas on his brisk
Splendor of flowing fountains gush
Call of the cuckoo breaks the hush
Wafting warble of a shiny thrush
Ah the couple, her cheeks are blush
Eldery lady with her stash of tome
Elfin eared, naughty little gnome
Smattering of people out of home
Dash of people with pooches roam
Silvery water in beaten streams
Mosses cling to their stony seams
A car reflects and sometime gleams
Ah! an the couple, in their dreams
(Islamabad)
(May 15,2009)
quite a good poem! you capture the scene in little snippets. I like some of your rhymes, the whole is very inventive and fresh.
joy in sights, sounds beautifully expressed in short stanzas.10 Mamta
I think, you really got the most amazing rhythm, , , everybody can see it with this peace of you.... image already a fan.
a park come alive in words of freshness and natural hues......................lovely
A lovely stroll through the worlds of Victoriana and contemporary combined. I really loved the visions I saw. Bravo fine poet. Karen
a lovely description of a park and you have employed wonderful imagery of birds and flowers to help the reader make a mental picture of the place and rhymes are impressive as it's a discriminating quality of your poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very vivid and colourful..read mine some time..