Spring in the air , spring in my gait

SPRING IN THE AIR , SPRING IN MY GAIT

The Palash has sprung into life, fiery and red
Vibrant is nature’s tread.
“Catch me if you can, catch me if you can”.
Says the purple sunbird flitting to the bougainvillea
To woo its jaundiced mate.
Miming a luxuriant resplendence chasing dearth
His tiny body bloated with ardour great.
There is spring in the air, spring in my gait.

Hush, see the babblers
In the Bottlebrush tree unabashedly necking
And then furiously pecking
On the ground.
Ah, there is spring in the air, spring in my gait.

From the Ashoka tree, the dulcet notes of some solitary songster
Pour forth and then barbets brown-headed
And rose- ringed parakeets takeover,
Jostling for comfortable berths
In the trees which glow with their bubbling mirth.
There is spring in the air, spring in my gait.

Ah, there comes the maestro tuxedoed
The magpie robin, hopping, not stopping
Whistling away the blues.
The laughing doves
Softly croon a languorous tune
Ah, I salute nature’s boon great
When there is spring in the air, spring in my gait!

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About Santosh

An educationist with a passion for writing , having published some novels for young adults, some essays and some poems. My poetic biography of Mahatma Gandhi will soon be published .

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