A hot summer morning- a cuppa in her hand,
Stretching the tired muscles she reaches out as high as she
can.
A look out of the window with a slight smile,
Sips of the morning elixir,
smoothens the pillow creases across her face.
She peeks, bends over slightly to catch a glimpse of the
little yellow flowers.
The little yellow flowers on the concrete pavement they lie,
So fresh so cheerful, so oh my my !
They fall from tens to thousands, graciously from their
green abodes,
The world around them smiling- the good old dancing Uncle
John tree,
the chimneys and the squirrels running from hither to thee .
O what a wonderful sight it is for her to see- the pleasing
nature in all its glory.
She peeks, bends over slightly to catch a glimpse of the
little yellow flowers.
The little yellow flowers on the concrete pavement they lie,
So fresh so cheerful so oh my my !
Oh my my!!! LOVELY!!!
ReplyDeleteThat's really a fine morning ...feels like in the Alice's Wonderland!!!
thanks dear :)
DeleteBeautiful, Shruti! Love this.
ReplyDeletethank you :)
DeletePoems.... they are so difficult to write!! :( The inception of the poem,is itself very difficult for me.
ReplyDeleteBut really very well written. That yellow flower is surely a daffodil. Now after reading this poem I feel Mr William Wordsworth's reputation dwindling ever so slightly.:D
:-)
dear abhishek thanks !!! well i am glad u enjoyed the read :)
DeleteTotally :)
DeleteHii Shruti..
ReplyDeletefelt so nice after reading this.. fresh like a morning breeze bringing along a sweet mild fragrance.. may be of yellow flowers..
Keep writing..
thank you sandeep dada !!! i am very happy you liked it.
DeleteCreated a picture frame in my mind. Beautiful!
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