Sunday Poetry By Shampa Saha

The Crenoy

All the weathered leaves, awaiting for the renewal
Provoked to be left for winter’s betrayal
But the flicker of hope peeping from behind
To be enliven and to be blind
With the reflection on a watery serene pond
That was concrete in frozen bond
Will become flowy enjoying in the breeze
And hope never to be freez
One and two new leaves are coming out
And the buds are awaiting to bloom about
The spring the coming festival
As the victory against all evil
The earth is also going to be flooded
With colours and flowers and starry studded
Hearing the footsteps of spring ,leaves are in a hoy
To love and be loved the flora and fauna as the crenoy.