On An Early Summer Morning Poem by indira babbellapati

On An Early Summer Morning



Sleeping under the open sky

I woke up to find my skin

Covered by the tiny flowerets

Showered from the mango tree above

My skin and my bedspread

Smelt of its raw fragrance

I felt I was the messenger of spring

Perched on a branch on the green canopy

Playing hide and seek

I cooed with the same gusto as the enigmatic bird



Another cooing echoed as if in response!

05Apr2011
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indira babbellapati

indira babbellapati

visakhapatnam, india
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