August Diary
Moirangthem Minakshi Devi *
I scribble down my diary,of the imminent Autumn,
Hill-tops glittering bright under the sun at noon
And armed trees frisk with wimpy wind , dropping dead browns by dusk,
Down the paths that the lampposts light.
With masses locked indoors, in times of Corona, a pretty solitary life crawls.
My window quite an empty spot,since I sit thereby alone,
I miss my bosom pal's laugh and sipping brews with her
Round the clock longing to summon her for Autum's special pies and tarts.
But, I watch the fall , catching up our lives much brisk alone.
Feels like a season's funeral,of the rain and its petrichor.
An ecstasy of August weather, balmy and hovering in the still air
Drawn leaves, dead grass, maple trees and some ravaged flowers.
I am quite unsure, how to proceed
amid this warm and steady sweetness ?
Who knew an autum twenty twenty, would go unsung ?
Or shall we think it as unforseen ?
* Poem written by Moirangthem Minakshi Devi for The Sangai Express
This poem was webcasted on 09 August 2020.
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