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Purple Flowers
On the bowers
The colour made up of red and blue
A beautiful smell and Awesome hue
A colour of passion
A kind of fashion
A purple pleasure
To admire at leisure!
A coy smile, the smattering of the vermillion ,
  Invoking dark kohl eyes ,
fresh and fragrant festoons,
the soothing sounds of the shimmery, silver anklets .
 captivating tinkles of the
glossy, glass bangles,
Walking straight into my heart,
a pure soul of modesty and beauty in all angles.


Blessed to have you in my life, without postulation.
Everything that surrounds you is simplicity ,
Thee;ultimate sophistication!

© M.D.Nimbalkar
29/06/2020
This thought process is synonymous with the typical Indian woman ,simple yet beautiful at the same time a woman is a remarkable and beautiful force to be reckoned with.😍

#Rhyming verse#
#symbolism#
Summer...

the sun's intense touch
has a hard baking effect
upon the landscape

Autumn/Fall...

golden leaf tresses
festooned down the aspen's
majestic grey trunk

Winter...

night's gelid air flow
foretells of a blanket frost
covering morn's ground

Spring...

she'll be dressed in
a lively floral garment
effulgent of hues
Death stands at
The broken door
At despair
None to repair

Life stands still
Up the hill
Lonely the breeze
Plays at its will

To sway
And move along
The winds of change
At every bend

Stands the door
Repaired hinged
And life moves on
Clear, distilled
In the open as I walk , upon the pastures green ,
Paused ! I daze by the transmute of hues that delightfully glean.

A kaleidoscope of fluttering beauties , complete the bewitching frame.
Happiness is pretty simple to obtain ,
Stare ! my friend at the butterflies and you shall utter the same !

©M.D.Nimbalkar
#10/06/2020#
Simple Rhyming verse,a passing thought after I have always ,always been amazed at the beauty of the butterflies...such an attractive insect !
Butterflies can't see their wings and how beautiful they are but other can !
Withering of hearts and ruined minds ,
moment's notice and a despondent life ,
future at stake unclear, unclean,
harsh is nature's fury scene.
emanating from unprecedented zones .
Incessant memories of how life is being unkind .
Am I paying a hefty price for my deeds ?

Fragile life compelled to choose a course,
hopelessly looked for rainbows between the blows,
Uncertain and unfair fate awaited .
playing a tug of war life game,
Compromise to get what neither wanted,
win or lose will mean the same.

Doomsday for certain arrived,
shattered the illusion of millions and forced them onto their feet.
shuddering and frightened they took the dreaded path ,
in hope of meeting their kith and kin,
making it look more like a sin.
with no penny , no food ,nothing looking any good,
the shrill ,the yell,
in deep pain every heart will swell.
Yet every obstacle they tried to pass, ferric trails leading them to their final destination,
this but a meagre solution .

Long hours,rough terrains, unmapped,zapped they simply marched.
Unseen powerful blows and many a lives rip apart,
tear wrapped as they parched .

Destiny choose to be aloof,
they scattered throughout for food and roof.
Alas ! Hunger turned the human a wayfarer and costed a soul.
Life turned upside down,
from laughter to distress ,
spreading havoc and creating mess.
future now bleek , steering into a deep sleep.

Speechless I am and will forever be,
Life's burden is taken away
but by death alone !
A journey into the unknown.

© M.D.Nimbalkar.
"Marching Millions" the tittle of the poem is sourced from the blog by eminent Indian writer Shobha de published in the Times of India newspaper recently..The content of the blog is the inspiration for the poetic version .

Feelings in these unique times are vulnerable to horrific events , one such of course is the case of Migrant workers all over India.
The Migrant workers crisis is definitely one of the worst sena
rios in the COVID 19 pandemic and underlines the poor state of affairs in managing the same .
Pray that their next life is blessed and cushioned away from life's harsh assaults.
This one goes as a tribute to many a migrant workers lives lost in their journeys back home .
28/05/2020
#Long verse #
#Symbolism#
#Lockdown poem#
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