Azure

Poets have never tired, praising the beauty of rain

The grunt of thunder, the streak of lightning and the sweet smell of ripened grain..

The winter wrapped in its sweater of picnic, outings Christmas and New Year  

Has always been a favorite:

Bringing warmth n cheer! 

None can deny the charm of spring

Who with her fragrant blossoms 

And chirping 

To our ears make the bells ring

But barely has any artist

Noticed the beauty of Azure sky

Interspersed with cottony  clouds

Floating near by

The smell of 'shiuli' and the sight of 'kaash'

The sound of 'dhaak' can be heard not afar

It ushers in the festival of meeting..the time of greetings 

The cacophony of the vendors calling

The time of Adda ..the moment of peace

Will the 'virus' this year seize?

Or

Shall we once again triumph and 

The pandemic would cease!!