Theme: Season

The Herald of Spring

With the herald of spring,
I can see the palash trees,
Small, of a wild variety
Dotting the Santhal Parganas,

Tribal and hilly domains
In full bloom.
The leafless trees,
But full with the clusters of
Reddish blossoms
Hanging by
And the black cuckoos cooing
The Indian cotton tree leafless,
But full of big, scentless, bulging blooms,
But without the vultures
Which once used to sit,
Now scarcely to be sighted
Anywhere anymore,
The big birds

Labouring upon the carcass.
The clusters of the hills all around,
Lying barren,
Which once used to be dense,
But full of palash trees,
Leafless, but laden with the clusters
Of reddish, florid blooms.


More By  :  Bijay Kant Dubey

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