By Sewantee Surabhi
In the dawn awakens the humans,
Fragrant sync of crimson dances under the heaven.
Hibiscus sways and shimmer in the breeze,
Composing a symphony amidst lush trees.
The sun's golden is a sight to behold,
Amidst the blossoming lilies are our tales yet to be untold.
The sparrows’ chirrup reverberates every nook and corner,
It soothes and embalms every passing mourner.
The hibiscus wilt is a quiet sigh,
A final bow beneath the sky.
Yet in its wilt there's beauty still,
For life and death both have their thrill.
The beauty it exudes,
Is a fleeting respite.
Momentary blush on garden’s coy cheeks,
Vanishes with next twilight’s sleek.
In fading bloom it leaves a trace,
A memory of its gentle grace.
And though it wilts we know it true,
New blooms will rise and dreams renew