Sep 2020
Sun with its golden curls was peeping in
Horizon to horizon, the orange shade deepened
The red portico tiles glistened in the glow
Like polka dots on satin
Fair impressions lay scattered in the front yard
The queen of night, had shed tears of sorrow
Were they embarrassed?
The orange blush was palpable
I retrieve them
As the flower decoration progressed on the red tiles
A new identity was being evolved
The existential crisis, has been allayed
At least for this day.
Horizon to horizon, the orange shade deepened
The red portico tiles glistened in the glow
Like polka dots on satin
Fair impressions lay scattered in the front yard
The queen of night, had shed tears of sorrow
Were they embarrassed?
The orange blush was palpable
I retrieve them
As the flower decoration progressed on the red tiles
A new identity was being evolved
The existential crisis, has been allayed
At least for this day.
I see the coral flowers with their orange stem lay scattered in my front yard every morning. They are called the Tree of Sorrow. I see them in an existential crisis at the time. But this day am celebrating my state festival 'Onam' that entails flower decoration in my courtyard. I use these fair flowers to create mine this day. In the process, I give them an existential meaning at least this day.
