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?