Evening Thoughts

Petals from the flower
Falling and withering away,
Sweet scents have mingled in the air,
Colors lost, the branches look bare.

I sit on the door step
To welcome old memories,
But with time
They have faded
Like my failing eyesight.

They have all visited my garden,
The blazing Summer,
Gurgling rain,
Cold winter,
And colorful spring,

Breezes bring,
Some fragrances,
Laden with old memories,
Ah!I keep the door open,
To welcome them all! ! !

by Bharati Nayak

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