Freshness Refound Poem by Kesav Venkat Easwaran

Frantic, he was on his search
To seat her on his swing
A drizzle, a bit of smothered light
Would they blind eyesight his?

The rainbow on the sky hillside
Its shadow on the lake
To catch hold of its legs as if
Few cranes fly up rake

A soul dear in his house-his dream-
Dwelling solely she
The fragrance she could spread impart
It would fill up all his spree

The petals, as they remain soft
Unfading fresh, kindle;
Call out for a super game
Of love liking gentle

May 2,2022