Spring Hues Poem by Saroj Padhi

As the orioles drape lips of swaying jasmines, Zinnias
yellow marigolds and red Dahlias in the Spring garden,
butterflies paint some freckled faces of petals and leaves,
cuckoos love in golden songs our heavy hearts to lighten,
mynahs and parrots hop on the ‘flames of the forest'
bees and beetles swarm the beaming boughs in unrest,

petals drizzle like fog from corners of Sky's soaked eyes
to the soft bed of grass wet with withering mango buds
who had been striving all night to fight sigh of tragedies,
when we roamed as poor dots of pilgrims in hands of Gods,
seeking to heal souls' wounds with a rub from His holy hues
as the leaves of our lives are weighed down by morning dews!