Leaving behind my morgue

Where resides morbidity

and his brother lethargy


Where even light joins the death trail


And kill the mood of the room


I step outside.


Outside, I see a tree breeding life


And buds blossoming


Post-pregnancy, mother nature is glowing


Welcoming her friend Spring,


As she bids farewell to Winters.


In day time, you can see


Pink blending with white clouds


And blue seeping through empty spaces


Smearing the blank canvas with color.


As the night approaches,


I look upto the sky


Witnessing the starry night


Bless Van gogh for his masterpiece.


Today, Nature is at its best


Why shouldn’t I?

-A.

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