Flowers!  Springs! Romance! Ah!

The fragrance down the lawn

reminds me of your cologne.

Which song is the Mynah singing?

Isn’t it the same song which

you used to murmur in the bath?

The breeze pushes my slivers

back to their place gently

just the way you used to do.

The palm is waving at me

imitating your gestures perfectly.

The marigold is flirting with me!

Aren’t you getting jealous?

Don’t do anything to him!

He really has a cute smile.

The sunflower is kissing the rays.

Should we look away?

Of course, at least give them some privacy.

The pigeon is rubbing its neck all over his partner’s.

Doesn’t it remind you of something?

Look!

There’s a small girl sitting

At the edge of the fountain

What? You didn’t recognise her?

Its me, Honey!

Or at least my physical projection.

What is she holding between her fingers?

It is a dried leaf with something scribbled over it.

Still don’t remember?

It is the same letter you sent her

six months ago. She reads the poem

written on it everyday till her eyes swell.

When will you send your next poem?

Even anticipation has a limit.

When will this leaf see its spring?

Soon enough I guess!

Her eyes are closing.

Something red flowing out of her wrists

and trying to nourish leaf’s veins.

There!

A fairy is on its way with her chariot.

The girl will see her spring soon.