Morning whispers (poem)

This is a poem which won the first prize in my college's poetry writing competition, decades ago, when I was in the final year of my BA. I thought it was crap, at that time, and guess what?? I still do. Why I'm blogging it?? Just to sorta have my writing down on record....maybe when I'm a famous writer one day you can get down to this and say "Hey, after crap like this if she can be famous, then why not me?"

And then again, one needs to understand the circumstances in which the poem got written. It was one of those thingys where the topic or first line is already given and this is the one topic that appealed to me. The deal clincher was that the competition was being held in an hour that I desperately wanted to bunk...don't remember which hour but my bet is on Prose. So, I sat in the room for the better part of the hour and started writing only when my HOD popped in to check on the progress of the competition. That it won the first prize is more a statement of the fact that there were less than ten people in the competition and only four from the English department!

Morning Whispers

Morning ...

A wintry wind

blowing over the white countryside

rushing through narrow city alleys

howling, biting, freezing, chilling.

Morning ...

A waft of spring

pervading the countryside waking up to spring

tiny flowers beginning to bloom amid the busy city lanes

purging, replenishing, energizing, thrilling.

Morning ...

A hot blast

drying up tender spring blossoms

torrid rays causing salty streams to trickle down heated foreheads

enervating, sweltering, sapping, scorching.

Morning ... 

An overcast sky 

rumblings from gloomy clouds frowning over shrunken rivers

glaring at the city's dust and grime

sultry, enveloping, threatening, sulking.

Morning ...

A light drizzle

the sparkling greenery of the earth

the freshly-scrubbed look of the city

refreshing, invigorating, cooling, soothing.

Morning ... 

A nip in the air

reds, browns and oranges of the woods

fallen leaves swirling around city-parks

rustling, swishing, hastening, surrounding.

Morning ...

the beginning of another brand-new day

so much to be done

so much to be seen

so much to be heard

so much to be learnt

so much to be felt

so much to be experienced

eternal, promising, full of hope.                                                            - Yasmin (22/11/99)