A Recipe <br /> <br />Birds nestle in the autumn trees creating beauty <br />a melting song enters me <br />a festival begins <br />the golden sky joins the celebration <br />weaving skirts to blend with the dancing steps <br /> <br />murmer of love whispering words of kindness <br />purple dreams wait for the kindling moon <br />the nights start humming melodies <br />winter trees invite the fluttering birds <br />to rip off the chill <br />with love's myriad colors <br />the festival begins <br /> <br />vanquishing the challenges with inner strength <br />burying the fragmented reflection of <br />our yesterdays with elapsing years <br />a joyous mood is transferred to the spring <br />and the spring adding blooming laughter <br />the festival begins <br /> <br />virtue abounding <br />sunlight pouring in on the summer trees <br />crushing our egos <br />contradict lies with truth within hidden moments <br />truth's gleeful revelation <br />we are not running on wheels <br />but on jubilation <br />riding together gaily <br />there is festival in silence too....<br /><br />prasanna kumari<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-recipe-4/
