A Mango Flower

You came in like a mango flower of spring

Shooing away the hangover of a cold winter

The vibrance of a touch of pink, a bit of yellow

Ampleness of green, wavering shades of red!

The melodious songs you sang with the cuckoo

The cool breeze and the warm sun you brought

The dances you danced with the chipmunks

Melodious, soothing, joyous and unwinding!

The summer interrupted briefly by June showers

A goodbye which was perhaps undeciphered

Searching in seedlings and saplings, Crestfallen

Still dreaming that I will grow old under your shade

Have you ever been free?

That when you take a stroll
You hear the birds and leaves
Not the voices in your head

And when you hum a tune
You hear not the disapprovals
But just the song in your head

That you can speak at your will
Express your perceived truth
Unshielded, and unmellowed

And when the load is weary
You can mellow at will too
And aren’t afraid to let go

That you can choose any path
The less travelled by or the other
And even choose not to travel
Have you ever been free?

Hello there!, Realism
What is with the flaunting name
Aren’t you merely Pragmatism
Whose taunting makes us tame

Oh! Hello Hope
Aren’t you ‘Daydream’ when drunk?
Hopeless romantic on a dope
You give a high and then we flunk

Ah, I see that Realism!
At least I have my friend faith
You kill joy and bring skepticism
Reduce jovial bodies to wraith

You got it all wrong, Hope
I got all my forecasts right
Your goals are out of scope
A culprit in every hindsight!

Realism! I give dreams
Eclipsing your calculations
I always extend extremes
With boundless imaginations!

Hope! When it is no longer glee
Dreams go and you are in pain
Cross the schism and meet me
And I hope, it won’t go in wane