Morning Walk Poem by prasanna kumari

Morning Walk

My morning walk was not on the lavender fields
but on the country lane
walking with unmeasured steps
the yellow flower from the fence
caressing my hand
looked at me in disbelief
the blue sky turned to grey
trying to remember the lost letters
to spell my name
the violet ones fondling my feet
poured uncertainty
the rose petals seemed hanging from
my soul of inconsolable misery
the white flowers from the bush
gaped at the unusual speed of my pace
the chrysanthemum trying peel the enigma
pretended to be calm Iike me
though pale and silent
the tender mango which I crushed
under my feet cried silently
in my transformation
the hibiscus illuminated with my heart's melody
looked bright but gloomy
the lilies looked frightened
on the meandering way
as they listen to the summer's tale
the jasmine echoed the music
coming out of my heart
the tulips followed me achingly
urging me to transform
my ruptured spirit into rapture of the soul
the darling flowers walked with me
transcribing me on them
and
they seemed
to carry a piece of cosmos
which reflects the misery of all women
and
they whisper a symphony
changing all women into rhapsody

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