Orchids all in white( Guardian)

 

 

Orchids  all in white( Guardian)

 

When spring dawns as the dawn

of first chirp  of morning’s wake up call,

tilts on  leaves vagrant and vibrant,

whiteness  all round as pure as ray serene,

distinct as birds’ chirping sudden

a wake up melody of collective

 full throated pouring, a plaintive

note from white dove, distinct resounds

all round, unfulfilled love stares  from

the plants, echo of human feel  and flurry,

there  is that complete stardom

from above, from which we all crave and

feel for more and more, more of love

give and take  and peace;

 sediment of unrest and voiceless

failure be gone forever, when coo

of another dove gives a message

of console  and rest. Rest from turmoil

and rig morale, moon in sky

unravels so much for last.