I love that time of the year , when cherry blossoms...
That Time of the Year...
That time of the year, when cherry blossoms,
When apple and pear trees bloom,
When the boulevard's strewn with petals tender,
In pink, white and mauve hues,
Their faint fragrance lifts up the gloom
Of drab, grey wintery afternoons...
When the delicate red barks of the cherry trees
Shine bright, fresh from the snowy womb...
I think of you my love, my youth returns, and croons:
The World comes alive and the earth rejuvenates
Every tree begins to sprout leaves,
Young buds on green boughs appear,
Smooth and shiny grass grows-
Every blade has a life of its own,
Soil turns warm and becomes fertile-
Inviting all life into its womb-
with open arms, it welcomes all living,
a new cycle begins, of hope, of regeneration
of renewal, of new life... my mind drift to you again...
I begin to think, why can't we humans also,
Year after year, rejuvenate- become new and young?
Why can't we, like the whole universe, re-vitalise ourselves?
Why can't the bygones returns again, year after year
And like spring, life becomes fresh, after each year's snow?
Alas, it is not so! Life for man, is meant to be lived once,
To be born once, to die once and the only way to live on
Is to create, procreate, reinvent yourself, spiritually if not physically...
Author: Zoya Zaidi
Aligarh (UP), India
Copyright ©: Zoya Zaidi
19.05.2010 4.30 pm
Completed on 24.05.2010 11pm.
Image: 'Spring' by and Copyright ©: my cousin Amna Raza Zaidi
Poetry by Zoya Zaidi
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