Happy birthday, Poetry

April is dedicated to you,

Dear Poetry,

This is first day of the cruel month,

When you are going to be toasted for

Your arrival and company on the global front

Through social media like the Facebook,

I wish you happy birthday,

Dear Muse to me and million others,

You have made my existential burden light

Through your sublime presence;

I salute you for uplifting me above the mundane

And showing me the strange realms with balming touch,

And pointing us to the rare vistas and hoary summits

Scaled by the likes of Shakespeare, Keats and Wordsworth;

Your words are cherished by hungry generations that want

To make this planet a better and livable world;

I invoke my goddess to guide me always to inspiring words

And to spread love and tolerance for my sisters and brothers

Of different tongues, faiths and colours!

Cotton tree

It stands out

Amid other trees,

Alone,

Distinguished,

In this season of

Some flowering,

Some totally bare trees;

Attracting attention of an alert

Passerby, instantly

To that white tree;

The fluffy pods

Looking like puffed-up ice-balls

Stuck up delicately,

On the brown rugged branches,

Like tempting candy;

The bright flowers,

Creating a falling stream

Of pure, soothing snow,

On this hot day of

Early summer,

Near the hectic Mumbai.

Kiss

The travelling fog

Comes and kisses

The old man out for

A slow morning walk,

Startling him completely

By the cold breath;

Like that hurried peck

 Given years ago,

By a forgetful son

Before he departed forever for

The seductive United States,

And,

Never came back.

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