In this evocative poem, Bushra serenades the magical March morning, in all its beauty – exclusively for Different Truths.
And gently blows the warm March breeze as leaves come fluttering down creating a carpet of gold luxuriously laid out on the path beyond my gate beckoning me with urgency… And as I step out and feel the crunch beneath my feet a smile plays on my lips as down the winding lane I spy a little girl jumping with glee, as she piles the leafy gold into a generous golden heap… Yellow leaves, crispy leaves dancing, twirling, merry leaves – leaves that speak of a life that was making way for new life to bloom leaves that annoy some genteel folk bring smiles to those with gentle hearts leaves that whisper secret leaves that hold intrigue leaves that crackle with every touch leaves so delicate, they’ll turn to dust… The golden heap gets higher still I watch her merrily prance around her tinkling laugh pervades the air the birds around chirp along and as on that scene, my eyes, I feast, my heart, too, bursts into a joyous song!
Picture design by Anumita Roy
Bushra Alvi Razzack, Founder of Delhi by Verse, loves weaving words, emotions and opinions while creating rhythm and imagery to make sense. Apart from being therapeutic, writing poems is her way of storing memories and recording events. Her articles on culture and society have been widely published. She has also translated short stories from Urdu and Hindi into English. She is the Editor of multilingual anthology, Dilliwali: Celebrating the Woman of Delhi through Poetry.
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