primroses | Shoma Abhyankar

The morning is bright and sunny..

Yet I laze, gazing at the little balcony,

Blaming the world for the melancholy.

I fail to see the blooming primroses..

the delicate pinks and bright yellows..

dazzling white and flaming red.

But comes there a humming-bird..

in search of nectar, buzzing away happily.

I gaze at the little bird in my balcony..

It flits away with an infectious energy..

Suddenly, coaxing away my lethargy.

Humming a new beat with its flutter..

Wakes me from my stupor.

I gaze again at the little balcony,

And now I see the morning bright and sunny..

Shoma Abhyankar