Time to think of a spring break,
As assortment of green leaves
With new tamarind and jaggery,
Wee nipple size cuckoo mangos
With fall of mango flower mist.
Let the autumn await its wailing,
Raising dog snouts of a midnight ,
Speaking a blank verse of shame,
As a yellow leaf awaiting its wind
Its sarcasm lost to a youthful sky.
Let us pass yellow autumn poems
And ironies for this spring thing.