On An Early Summer Morning
Sleeping under the open sky
I woke up to find my skin
Covered by the tiny flowerets
Showered from the mango tree above
My skin and my bedspread
Smelt of its raw fragrance
I felt I was the messenger of spring
Perched on a branch on the green canopy
Playing hide and seek
I cooed with the same gusto as the enigmatic bird
Another cooing echoed as if in response!
05Apr2011
17.46hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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