The Magic

The wind is blowing softly around

Heady  fragrance  wafting  round & round

River  rushing  down the valley

Tumbling, hurtling, dancing  gaily

Flowers  blooming  over  the  hills

It’s  Spring  the season that  thrills

I’m  missing  the  wonderment through & through

For me  the  Magic  were you, just  You

Birds, chirping, flock  to  fly

Clouds  hover in  the  sky

Asking  me  to  dance  in  rain

An  enticing  chance  I skip   in  vain

The   invite I  could  never  decline

Then, what’s  it  for  which  I  pine,

Not  able  to  enjoy  the  view,

Longing  for  &  missing  the  Magic,

That  were  You.

Hues  of  Rainbow  spread  abound,

Cataract  falling  with  roaring  sound,

Throwing  vapours  on  my  cheek,

Sun  with  clouds  playing  hide &  seek.

There’s  Romance  in  the  air

Beatific  Nature  pretty and  fair,

No   allure,  for  me ,  has  brought,

A  sob  is  stuck  in  my  throat,

Spell is  broken  as  if  on  cue

This  whole  beauty  lacks  the  Magic,

That  were   You.

                                         ~Sudha Dixit

                                         Bangalore, India

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