saib ka peD picHwaaDay main
jaldi hi mehsoosi main paD jata hai
ek haftay main hi koi purana
pankh-jahDoo sa lagta hai.
ivy lata bahaar ki paimaaish main
laal moocHain oopar neechay behjti hai
dhoop ko dhoondnay k liyay.
guzray saal ki ivy
sarkaawat laga deti hai talaab main
kaaDa banati hai chiknay, keeDay bharay
komal chaaey jaisay geelay ghaas k pattoN se
jo mili-jhuli badmoo maartay hain
jaanwaroN ki kaam-tejna ki
aur aur saDay pattoN ki.
mayee k maheenay ka agla maheena
log keyhtay hain baDa zaalim hai
zaalim hai aur zaalim hai bhi nahin.
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May
BY JONATHAN GALASSI
The backyard apple tree gets sad so soon,
takes on a used-up, feather-duster look
within a week.
The ivy's spring reconnaissance campaign
sends red feelers out and up and down
to find the sun.
Ivy from last summer clogs the pool,
brewing a loamy, wormy, tea-leaf mulch
soft to the touch
and rank with interface of rut and rot.
The month after the month they say is cruel
is and is not.
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