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