Morning air is cool and fragrant with Jasmine.
Rests on the side table an orange Crossandra
Its petals are soft as silk.
A hummingbird comes to buzz over it.
For that exotic bird, my presence is too alarming.
She hovers and hovers above the plant,
But flies away without sipping the nectar.
I almost feel guilty to be sitting there!
Soon eyes turn inward to watch
A tender memory of your,
Rise like steam from the cup.
Is it elixir pouring from my morning tea
A beautiful experience of a lovely morning! Sometimes when a bird suddenly gets scared of my appearance and flies away, I too feel sorry!
Thank you Poet Poet for your kind read and encouraging words rarely a poet will ever visit a poem second time so as I have repeatedly said either read one of his or hers or sms thanks SAVITA JI THANKS DID U READ MY GOLDEN YEARS POETRY INSPIRED BY YOU
Dear madam', you have inscribed a nice environment where Morning air is cool and fragrant with Jasmine. A hummingbird comes to buzz over it but that exotic bird hovers and hovers above the plant and flies away without sipping the nectar. It is sadness for you. A brilliant poem is well executed. '
She hovers and hovers above the plant/But flies away without sipping the nectar/I almost feel guilty to be sitting there! I find fathomless beauty in these three lines! A delightful piece of poetry dear madam......10
A tender memory of your, Rise like steam from the cup. tender words all love Is it elixir pouring from my morning tea
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sweet and marvelous poem that captures the joys and wonders of nature that only summer could bring. Vividly portrayed and well crafted write.