The Yellow Poncho Poem by Malabika Ray Choudhury

isn't it strange that many years ago,
a dainty lass wore a yellow poncho,
and twirled around in her garden like a golden butterfly,
a little boy watched her...couldn't erase the memory the rest of his life!

years and years passed by!
the breathtaking garden lost its lustre!
golden Marigold and white chrysanthemums flowered,
red roses and hazel-coloured zinnias blossomed,
but the swing was vacant,
no one heard the laughter, the chatter, and the melliflous birds didn't chirp there any more!

the yellow poncho was worn out, and faded away,
didn't look gorgeous any more to her,
something to get rid of,
and finally that's what happened!
the poncho got replaced by a stylish attire!

the memory did not fade away for someone else,
who thought, it was an enchanting angel
who he found,
the angel didn't have wings to fly, but
had a yellow cloak!

You remembered the yellow poncho,
and I did not! ! ! !