Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Amaltas

Beautiful, dropping flowers,
golden garlands
on the trees.
Trees have borne
love and lust
for the season,
attracting bees and birds like me.

Trees stand motionless,
as flowers bloom;
happiness creates stillness
for there is sadness in it.
Sadness to loose the
embrace by the flowers
when winters pour in.

I have stayed on you for the last winter,
I have been your companion
in your loneliness.
My little sparrow's chirps
would have perked you up
as it livened me up.
I have felt your loneliness,
your love and your sorrow,
Oh, amaltas !
Accept me as your friend....
as I belong to you.

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