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.

poem by Mamta Agarwal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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