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?