I meander through hair-pin curves
of posh lush greenery with strangers
in oblivious adventures of lurking dangers.
It’s spring yet traces of smog smear
but a hundred roses beckon me to behold—
Yellow, crimson, violet, red and pink;
they wink with the pride of a princess
with subtle drops of dew teasing,
“Touch me if you can.”
And then it’s adieu time
to those strange-looking strangers,
one looking like a clown wearing a gown.
When back home, it’s Diwali time
where I am awaited with benign belligerence?
Yeah….that’s how paradoxical my family peers
for they want me to make some sweets
and I end up making triangle-shaped ladoos,
I say I have invented something new.
I am complimented with ebullient exuberance
and it’s celebration time with fire crackers soft and hard
that garland the azure sky merrily mesmerizing.
Buzzzzzzz..the alarm beeps
Only to wake up to yet another beautiful morn,
I can’t wait to narrate to my family my most weird dream.
April 4, 2020
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