Ah! Autumn! Season of joy at seeing fruits of labour rear their heads all over land, fluttering in a dance to the tune of cool breeze. Season of azure and breathtaking sunsets; as if the sky is overjoyed at being rid of the heavy cloak of brooding, menacing clouds. Season of journeys; migratory birds taking to the skies, to new homes amidst warmer climes, a flight to survive and thrive. Season of homecoming; strong women coming down to prove their prowess, to be counted as equals, to be the source of immeasurable joy for those who believe. Bring on the dhaak, blow the conch, let the world reverberate to the beauty of autumn.Let autumn be a remembrance, of joys lived, bowed heads and folded hands of ashtami anjali evoking nostalgia of childhood. Amidst the hues of fallen leaves, dew drop laden shiulis and vermillion streaked cheeks, let all passing away be in a blaze of glory. Autumnal homecoming... Goddess and birds of migration To familiar climes. PS : Autumn in eastern part of India is associated with bounty; harvested crops in warehouses adding to the farmers' sense of joy. It is time for the biggest featival of Eastern India, when a certain Goddess comes home, from her husband's home in cold Mount Kailash to her parents house in sunnier climes. It seems similar to the concept of Migrating birds. My poetry tries to encompass all this that autumn is all about.
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