A Township
I am blessed to live in a nature bound area in the middle of a crowded busy city. This is a short description of the place.
Birdsongs
Away from the crowd
Far from traffic club
Nestled in the middle of a city
But like magic devoid of hubbub.
A cacophony of bird cries
Sparrows cuckoos tailorbirds
And so many other unknown
Multicoloured feathers of pride,
Where peacocks roam heads held high
Oh! Like medicine for the sore eye.
Colors
An avenue of trees drooping to low heights
Copper pods gulmohurs and pines
Leafy enormous and bushy grounds
With blossoms red white and gold bright.
A sudden bent is met with
A rush of purple light
Lovers rejoice in solitude
Hands held tight.
The Lucky Men
High from and close to the ground
Lie the lucky homes of them
Canopied walks night and day
The smell of Hasnuhana loosens rusty ends.
Somewhere within is my home
Verdure so intense and green
To wake up with a bird’s song every morn
A night so peacefully serene.
© 2019 Tiyasha Maitra
