Cumulus clouds float on the sky on an autumn afternoon My spirits no more portray gloom Sun with its painting brush Streaks skies of blue with azure colours Autumn sings to me with rustle of leaves And the fragrance of mild winter flow in the breeze Autumn kisses me with enchanting spellbound ways And I go back to the innocent childhood days Stockings and boots will soon be on little children's feet And the tiny eyes will plead " Mumma few more minutes" The kingfishers will sprung to Jatinga To sing their final song in symphony Thus,the world will clearly witness in uniformity Autumn's flamboyant supremacy.
Shilpa Roy
14.09.2022