Colors of last season have faded
but not the hue
they have left some lasting imprints
in my memory lane
it is difficult to bid adieu
They were not mere colors perhaps
but shades immersed in love
painted spectrum of life with a tender touch
The quaint feel was like a boisterous excursion
to the indelible nostalgic trails
the hustle-bustle, extravaganza of fun and laughter
whisk me back to those infallible phases
Both bright and pastel shades adorned demeanor
beautifully complimented each other
we played non stop
from dawn to late afternoon
many times jumped allotted period
called it quits, when parents yelled to be home
Looks like..
this time, most of us will skip the celebration
taking into consideration…the bleak horizon
the scare of spread
has put all of us on tenterhooks again
if you ask me to opine…
“I will choose some cosy nook
embrace serenity and calmness with a book
sit, relax and be myself.
~Sujata Dash
Bhubaneswar, India
Beautiful Composition on the eve of Holi in Corona pandemic days.
Nice
Nice piece of writing.