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

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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