Poppies

Before taking the DND flyway, I casually glanced sideways, And was captivated by the sight Of millions of poppies: The colour of gulal, growing along the way. Happily swaying and bobbing Their fragile heads with the breeze. I told the driver to halt, As I wanted To see them from close. Their lively faces seem to beckon, And I broke into a big smile. Didn’t we make dolls while at play, By turning their petals down to make a frock, I vaguely recalled. I think I looked weird, Standing on the road side Talking to myself, Who cares, its time to celebrate Long awaited winter has finally arrived In its colourful splendour.