We climb the Koro hill.
Forty years and still ascending
gives a good feel.
We stand under a Madhuca tree
blossoming in March heat and rain.
From the hilltop
the valley down below
looks dreamy grey.
We've greyed and graded
past full bloom.
In the wafting fragrance of Madhuca
we pray to hold on
for some more.
Koro hill, March 22, 2025, 2.30 pm
My love and gratitude for my fellow poets and friends for being with me this long 12 years on Hello Poetry.