A Winter, Summer And Some Memories! Poem by Preeth Nambiar

On the other side of the field, there was a hill covered with thick green blanket. It looked exceptionally beautiful during the mornings and evenings where the shades of the sky made frames with its amazing colours. A river flowed silently through the valley resembling a silver chain lying around the waist of the hill.

Standing upon the balcony of his house, the painter started capturing the colours on his canvas. The birds visited him on their way home and back and smiled looking at the work. He had a bowl of delicious grains and nuts to feed them all. Looking at the colours and the canvas they thanked and continued their journey.

There was a tree on top of the hill decorated with beautiful flowers the fragrance of the same was brought by the breeze. He started mixing the colours looking at the distant flowers. But every time he mixed, he realized that it didn't match the colour. He went on mixing the colours, but in vain!

He pulled his long grey hairs tightly and shouted like mad!

Another beautiful morning, through the narrow path made slippery with the morning mist he started his journey in search of the flower, to capture the colours on his canvas, making his way through the dense green.

The birds, as usual, visited his balcony and looked around for the artist. Gazing at the empty bowl and the incomplete canvas they continued their journey. And it remained so for ever!