Sep 2019
Last monsoons the Champak tree
Was all abloom
The breeze lightly swayed the branches
The heady fragrance wafted through the air
The monsoon showers
this year
Wilted away the flowers
too soon
Less is more, I do believe
As the blooms wilted away too soon
Now the tree laden with fruits, ripe and red
Inviting birds of many species
Mornings are especially beautiful
Waking up to chirps and tweets
Of many a mynahs, bulbuls and
purple-yellow sunbirds
This morning as I watched them feast
To my surprise
There was, Indian grey hornbill
Beautiful and majestic as it can be
Was all abloom
The breeze lightly swayed the branches
The heady fragrance wafted through the air
The monsoon showers
this year
Wilted away the flowers
too soon
Less is more, I do believe
As the blooms wilted away too soon
Now the tree laden with fruits, ripe and red
Inviting birds of many species
Mornings are especially beautiful
Waking up to chirps and tweets
Of many a mynahs, bulbuls and
purple-yellow sunbirds
This morning as I watched them feast
To my surprise
There was, Indian grey hornbill
Beautiful and majestic as it can be
(49/F/Pune, India)
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