Zesty zephyr blowing rhythmically
through the zealful zelkova bonsai,
Beautiful balsam bushes kept on
smiling occasionally felt a little shy.
Grave gloomy nights but the dawn
full of rosy ray's harmonious bliss,
Petrichor divine dance of peacock
and bustard on meadow rain kissed.
Dance of utensils in kitchen felt like
hymns of the merry morning prayer.
Aromatic paratha and bowl of curd
favourite feast for the growls rear.
Ivy peeking through the drawing room
windowsill with a naughty grasshopper,
Perpetual two hero wheels didn't knew
afternoon nap and didn't have stopper.
Juxtapose while checking who's head
bigger potted dahlia on terrace or mine,
Staying grumpy, not telling reason why?
all bygone innocence which still shine.
