Tuesday 26 February 2013

A Joyful Little Bird


Autumn burns within me
As I feel the spring in his walk
A few gray strands mock me
The fine lines around my eyes
Smile benevolently  in return
The wrinkles on my hands
Indicate the years on this planet  Earth
I groan softly as I move
From one posture to the other
The pain in the joints poke me
In search of a comical interlude

Then there are many more
Hints covert as well as overt
Pointing a finger at the approaching winter
But I laugh in sheer pleasure of living
Life is just not sizzling in summer
Impaled in winter
Joyous spring and arduous autumn




 
 
 
Life is living beyond the seasons
Tells me a little bird
Every morn as I wake up to another day
She rocks the tender twigs of my plants
And shrieks in abundant glee
Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it?







 

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