Spring In Delhi,2015 - Poem by Jasbir Chatterjee
Holi, the annual Festival of Colors
Came and left this year on the same day...
Dutifully, as per her usual custom...
A willful lady, her heart filled with love
Refused this time to follow in tow...
Look around and watch how she walks...
Gracefully, with swaying hips,
In bold, vibrant, gorgeous attire,
Wearing flowers in her hair,
In a riot of colors, red, yellow, green, orange, magenta...
His face glaring hot, his body filled with desire
Tried to plant a foot in her door last night...
But Rain and Dark Clouds,
Angrily pushed him out;
Snuffing out the fire...
Look around and remember Spring cannot be here forever;
She belongs to no one; she is here on a tourist visa...
While she is here, we might as well
Sing and dance with her,
In celebration of her sensuous, voluptuous beauty...
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