Flowers! Springs! Romance! Ah!
The fragrance down the lawn
reminds me of your cologne
Which song is the Mynah singing?
Isn’t it the same song which
you used to hum in the bath?
The breeze pushes my slivers
back to their place gently
just the way you used to do.
The palm shrub is waving at me,
imitating your gestures perfectly
The marigold is flirting with me
Are you getting jealous?
Don’t do anything to him!
He really has a cute smile.
The sunflower is kissing the rays
Should we look away?
Of course, at least give them some privacy.
The pigeon is rubbing its neck all over his partner’s
Doesn’t it remind you of something?
Look!
There’s a small girl sitting
At the edge of the fountain
What? You didn’t recognise her?
Its me, Honey!
Or at least my physical projection.
What is she holding between her fingers?
It is a dried leaf with something scribbled over it.
Still don’t remember?
It is the same letter you sent her
six months ago. She reads the poem
written on it everyday till her eyes swell.
When will you send your next poem?
Even anticipation has a limit.
When will this leaf see its spring?
Soon enough I guess!
Her eyes are closing
Something red flowing out of her wrists
and trying to nourish leaf’s veins
There! A fairy is on its way with her arms stretched
The girl will see her spring soon.
