Amidst gloom and doom of the Pandemic lockdown during weekends, Dr. Jaya finds that her garden with its blossoms, heals. An exclusive for Different Truths.
Dewdrops nestle on the rose petal It’s not yet time to take leave Lush green of the grass wakes Crowned with the sunshine bejeweled drops The snail starts its ritual walk Down the red cobbled pathway The butterfly flutters tantalisingly Around the yellow hibiscus The cuckoo’s song breaks From the veil of the mango foliage The monkey on the terrace Broods over a leisurely scratch The roots of the giant Banyan Play the eternal intent audience The sunshine dances in the fresh breeze The tunes from all nooks and corners Play the symphony of hope My garden invites me during lockdown To this concert every morning.
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Dr. Jaya writes along with travelling and doing theatre to explore pathways to her innermost self. She is a mother of a spirited fighter 12-year-old son for heroes can come in all sizes. She is teaching in the
Department of English at the University of Allahabad.
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