Spring

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Spring

A poem by Bijayata  Akham

They say,
Once the gale blew ,
The fragrance of the flowers
Pervading ,
When the king arrived .

Blandly He was
visiting homes and hovels
to give new hopes
to the young and hoary old .

Today, the weather is hot
The wind doesn’t blow
When He comes
That   I  don’t  feel  His  coming .

And  sometimes at  sunset
I  seeing  the rows
of  herons  flying
From the Nongmaijing hill
Towards the western horizon
Pondered , how long
They will continue coming  there .

Posted: 2013-04-29

Hills of Manipur
Hills of Manipur

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