In My Balcony


The heat-wave repeats, itself.
The airless noon appears to be
In a terminal snooze.


The deep red and purple bougainvilleas,
Which once struck a mood of gaiety,
Now pass off as leftover stalks.


Of the season’s most unexpected,
I notice, a plump little bird,
Open, warm – drop by.


Glancing abstractly,
The bird hops and tweets.
Tweets and hops.


The tweet is so tuneful,
It fills my heart with colours
Of those bygone flowers.



Ghaya Residence,
Sheikh Zayed Road, Dubai-UAE.


Geeta Chhabra

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