Monday, July 27, 2009

She Laughs...

It was that time of the year, again.
When the breeze of love touches her,
rattles through her long, widespread branches,
and makes her heart sing with joy.

And she tosses up her head,
and she laughs,
and like a moment frozen in time,
her laughter echoes,
Over the hills, on to the plains.
You can see her laughter 
for miles around her,
A Red halo of Joy,
Of a new beginning, of hope.

Her red, wild tresses all over her...
Like a wild, joyous and echoing laugh...
Like a Tribal beauty,
The Gulmohur Tree Laughs...
Maithili Desai

1 comment:

Vj said...

Nice thoughts....s