Inside we  are afraid to diminish.
The flowers have come to bloom
With green mangoes on the way.

Now is March and heat is less yet.
Soon there will be a rain shower.
Raindrops will diminish flowers.

There will be a diminished fruit.
There will be diminished image.
The soft colors will be shadows

Just a few grays of hot summer.
Mist is migraine of fallen leaves,
Unripe fruits helpless on earth.


About nisheedhi

Retired banker with poetry and photography as chief interests
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