now
that
it's time
for palash
prayer flags to fly
and krishnachuras paint skyscape
i dust my old kaleidoscope and watch old colours
neighbourhood garden oscillates between birth and death of amaltas and dahlias
in a routine cleaning of winter leftovers the trusted housemaid stacks old woollens to be packed and handed
over to those kids near home
my forgotten kaleidoscope wove new patterns of winter selfishness and a spring generosity as upon the reading
desk a China vase embraced colours of all season; housemaid dusted the desk with an elan.