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Queen of Seasons

Elsy celebrates the beauty of Nature, in this poem, exclusively for Different Truths.

A Spray of colours
with designer brushes,
blizzards ‘fore the eyes
at breathtaking pace!

It is Autumn,
a colour cascade,
a myriad hued cataract!

Arrayed in hues
more than vibgyor,
the landscape is aflame!
exciting fusion of tints
roll on to infinity!

These multicolored ‘kaavadies’*
stretch to the limits
of one’s eyes, and beyond.

They dance in sheer joy
to the cadence of the wind,
the throbs of one’s heart!

This is Autumn,
the Queen of all seasons!

Sage Sankara* said all is Maya*
It cannot be! It cannot be!

O! this queen,
every inch of her…
is too real to be Maya!

Poet’s Note:
*Kaavadies: Huge many-coloured bouquets, in the shape of trees, used during certain religious festivals in South India.
*Sankara: An Indian sage who declared “The world is Maya, and Brahman (the Supreme Power) alone is real.”
*Maya: Illusion/myth

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Elsy Satheesan
Elsy Satheesan is a retired Professor of English. She had been teaching in colleges under the Govt. of Kerala, India. Currently, she resides in Virginia, USA. ‘Random Musings’ is her first volume of poems. ‘Summer Snow’, is the forthcoming one. Her poems have been published in national and international anthologies. Short stories in Malayalam have been published in weekly and fortnightly, in Kerala. Humanity is her religion, and poetry, her passion.

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