Happiest Moments Poem by Prasanna Mishra

Not those moments
When I hear
The footsteps
Of the approaching gardener
To tend my roots
and body.


Not those
When my body is full
With foliage tender
And blossoms smiling
In their millions.

Not those
When the cuckoo sings
Perched on my arm
Caressed by tender breeze
Flowing through
Silky tender leaves.

Not those
When fruits ripened
Ready for plucking
By the caring hands
Of my owner.

Those are the ones
When the shiver comes
With the thought
Of the cuckoo's approaching perch
On my arm
To commence its song
Which ooze
The blossoms
From the void within me.

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