Spring Poem

By Rituranjan Gogoi

The mango tree whispers its fragrance in my breath,

While I think of incessant rain, chuckling mud,

And the emerald glory of trees spreads like arousal

in the blaze of shifting sunlight

dancing on the watery paddy fields….

A cuckoo voices its elation,

Amidst the plum and peach blossoms

boasting of beauty,

Bush-berries laughing in red betwixt the thistles and thorns;

Everywhere there seems to be a song,

And, April comes, goes, like an egoist dreaming of romance,

While my heart becomes a flute of loneliness

silently calling the birds of summer

Nestling among wild orchid blooms, droning bees;

These dappled moments of light and air stretches to nothingness

and fades away, smiling,

Like dandelion seeds carrying the fragments of your name,

Buoyant in desire and wild thrill,

Caressing this spendthrift world in music;

Spring makes a temporal change,

Writing odd little poems on small leafy buds,

Memories of joy and sorrow,

Cities bustling with people in the lanes, smoke and shadows,

The pensive old woods with puffy winds,

Everything reminds of life;

Transient loveliness singing a hymn to death!

By Rituranjan Gogoi