Forgotten Anniversary Poem by Prasad Natarajan

Spring is here, they fill my lungs, fill my senses,
Blooming flowers, twisting creepers over my fences,
Singing birds, seeking attention from my little sun,
Clouds are pale, webs of summer they have spun,

Seeking your shade at noon, when the sun is high,
Nowhere can i find your roots, your leaves fly by,
Memories fading into the never ending green,
Where are you my spring, how have you been?

Fluttering butterflies and the honey bees,
Have you turned to pollen dust in the breeze,
Talk to me, come talk to me in my dreams,
You have forgotten, not me it seems.

©Prasad.N March 5th 2016
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