Oh My Splendour

You bring me back, oh my young splendor, the springs I lost and echo in my ears the sweet melodies of cuckoos I heard last! In my dream garden new leaves sprout, exotic hues blossom on a floral ramp of roses, jasmines and chrysanthemums. I see you walking with a beam clad in a white silk sari that's flying and fluttering in air carelessly with all airs about caressing your silkier skin. When you sashay towards me, like Vana Devatha like Sakuntala, on my knees I genuflect with awe; my eyes eying your secrets, my lips vying brazenly with the buzzing honey bees for your scents heavenly; my both hands stretched out and palms full with flowers I bow to your beauty and with all my senses stammering I utter, "Hi Sweetie, here is my tender offering! "