Pastels

Like the pink flamingoes’ brief flight
before they settle on green fields
waves of  Crocus blossom and fade.

Like beads of sweat cooling on the forehead
clusters of Madhu malathi hang on the trellis
breathing nectar that bees have scaled walls to inhale.
 
Like a Buddha deep in meditation
a  Rajini Ganda stands firm
exuding fragrance for days at end.