Around The Corner

Around the corner I sense a spark piercing through murk so clear,

The incertitude haze now softens that entombed happiness for couple of years.

Here arrives the time for autumnal vanguard to alight with her trove of opulence,

To reinvigorate every lacuna drowned in somnolence.

My spurious mind that feeds on nescient practice,

Finds a reason to be imbibed with the buoyancy of festival aligned with justice.

Give me a chance to acquit my soul and sway with the ripples of catkins,

And sail with the patterns of wispy clouds for ambrosia of puja is about to begin.