Nabanita Sengupta
 

now

that

it's time

for palash

prayer flags to fly

and krishnachuras paint skyscape

i dust my old kaleidoscope and watch old colours

neighbourhood garden oscillates between birth and death of amaltas and dahlias

in a routine cleaning of winter leftovers the trusted housemaid stacks old woollens to be packed and handed
over to those kids near home

my forgotten kaleidoscope wove new patterns of winter selfishness and a spring generosity as upon the reading
desk a China vase embraced colours of all season; housemaid dusted the desk with an elan.